tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45809164394099158482024-03-04T23:06:25.969-08:00Start Spreadin' the News! Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580916439409915848.post-35152278927122976012017-02-06T19:28:00.000-08:002017-02-17T15:35:26.743-08:00Snowman, The Eighty Dollar ChampionWell.... I have returned to the blog.<br />
I just couldn't stay away.<br />
Every member a missionary, right?<br />
Still a member.... Still a missionary.<br />
So the blog lives on. Haha.<br />
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Here's to the upcoming lifetime of experiences with learning and sharing gospel!<br />
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Folks, I've been back for coming up on two and a half years now. And I can't believe how fast time passes. I thought it went by quick as missionary... But DANG. It seems we're just flooring it with no brake function at this point. Haha.<br />
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In the last several months I've learned... well, lots of things.... But two big things:<br />
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1.) Missions are easy. [Haha.]<br />
2.) Potential is a permanent gift.<br />
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Now. An explanation for the first:<br />
Missions really aren't "easy". My mission was indeed hard. But it was a different kind of <b>hard</b>.<br />
A mission is hard because every ounce of your faith will be tested and you will be stretched to your limits at times. (Just like you are in any stage of your life.)<br />
However, unlike any other time in your life almost every decision is made FOR you as a missionary.(Don't take me too literally here... just understand the point I'm trying to make...)<br />
Where you live, who you live with, what you're allowed to do and when... really, everything you do day in and day out for 2 years/18 months is decided for you. You choose between doing it, and not doing it. That's about it. Haha. And yes, when you're in the midst of it, that seems difficult, challenging and frustrating at times. It definitely requires a lot of faith and patience to adjust to this way of living.<br />
But, it's funny how the tables turn and you beg for this life back when you no longer have it.<br />
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When I got home I suddenly found myself with a lot of decisions to make and a world full of options where no one thing seemed like a better idea than the other. All I knew was that, EVERYONE else seemed to have it figured out.<br />
(First mistake: comparing my life to other people's... ALWAYS my first mistake.)<br />
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I suppose I came home with the idea that I was supposed to save the world and succeed at it immediately.<br />
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As you can imagine, it didn't take long before I was overwhelmed and a bit discouraged by my new life and the fact that I was not just absolutely "hauling right out of the gate".<br />
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<i>What did I do wrong? </i>I wondered. <i>Did I not serve faithfully enough to have a sense of direction now that I'm home?</i><br />
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<i>(</i>Second mistake: Thinking that trials are a result of not measuring up.)</div>
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A few months after I came home, I had had enough. I was sick of taking wrong turns, sick of disappointment, sick of not being able to visualize a future for myself, sick of feeling like I would never "figure this out", sick of feeling like I should just give up.</div>
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I found myself on my knees ONCE AGAIN praying desperately for help. </div>
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(I must sound like a broken record to The Lord sometimes.)</div>
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The fact is. We all go through hard times. All of us. Doesn't matter if you are/were a missionary or not. Then, I felt lost and feared I would never forward in my life or be able to readjust to "normal" life. Now I'm married to my best friend, making great progress in my education, working a wonderful job that utilizes my talents. And regardless of all that, I feel useless sometimes and STILL wonder if I'll ever "figure it out".</div>
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I want to tell you about a horse named Snowman. Yes, Snowman.<br />
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Snowman was originally used on a farm as a plow horse. But he was headed for the slaughterhouse at just eight years of age. On the day, Harry de Leyer, a Long Island, New York, riding instructor, attended the horse auction in New Holland, Pennsylvania, looking for school horses. He arrived late, and the only remaining horses were those waiting to be loaded into trucks bound for slaughter plants. De Leyer made eye contact with a large gray/white horse that he purchased for only $80. He first used Snowman as a lesson horse for small children. De Leyer recognized talent in the horse after he gave him to a neighbor and the horse jumped very high fences to return "home". De Leyer then began training Snowman as a show jumper.<br />
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The horse began winning prestigious awards only two years after he was bought off the slaughter truck, his career lasted five long years. He willingly jumped over other horses, and his calm disposition made him a favorite. He once won a Leadline Class and the Open Jumper Championship on the same day.<br />
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Snowman later appeared on television shows (Johnny Carson's for one, where Carson climbed on his back). He was the subject of two books, had his own fan club, and was flown abroad for "guest appearances".<br />
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A documentary movie was made in 2015, titled <i>The Snowman & Harry,</i> which features a lot of original footage of his years as a family "pet" as well as a fierce competitor. Best Selling author Elizabeth Letts wrote a book about Snowman's journey entitled <i>"The 80 Dollar Champion"</i>.<br />
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De Leyer, kept Snowman through his retirement until he past away from kidney failure at the old age of 26.<br />
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Snowman was inducted into the United States Show Jumping Hall of Fame in 1992. (Bet ya didn't even know that existed.)<br />
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Cool story huh? Well. This is also our story.</div>
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Yes, yours. And mine too.</div>
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We too were headed for the slaughter house.</div>
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But someone stepped in and paid for us. He brought us into his own family and cared for us. He taught us how to do things we never believed we could do. Taught us how to make something of our potential. He saw something great, something beautiful, and something sacred in us when NO ONE else did.<br />
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Don't throw yourself out. Don't put yourself back on the truck to the slaughterhouse. You have been bought. You are a champion. You may not always feel like a champion, but you are just the same. You will accomplish things you can't even begin to imagine now. Believe that you can do it, and then DO IT.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580916439409915848.post-14433922370594593692014-08-18T09:48:00.000-07:002014-12-07T03:49:56.252-08:00A Letter To Me<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Dear Tara,</span><br />
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Hey, remember me?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It's me, Sister Franklin.</span><br />
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So this is it. Today is your last day here in New York as a missionary.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I wrote you this letter to offer a few words of advice and remind you of a few very important things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">First of all.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">YOU DID IT.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You completed an honorable full time mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And what a wonderful Journey it has been.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Now remember, that's exactly what your mission was. A JOURNEY.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">In your own words:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"Missions are kind of like microcosms of life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You're "born" into a new area. You're thrown into a new culture that you don't really understand. You've got a "mom" (trainer) who, in the beginning, does pretty much everything for you. Communicates for you, sets up all your appointments, helps you figure out how to get around, etc. Slowly but surely, you begin to figure it out... You baby step your way to saying a few words, making a few unsuccessful phone calls once in a while. You finally memorize the route from your apartment to the church building. Things are starting to be doable.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You're just beginning to make progress and become less dependent on others when you're yanked away from the arms of your trainer and you find end up with a trainee of your own.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And well, like any parent would say. You have NO idea what the heck you're doing. You just kind of make it all up as you go.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Your kid arrives with a fiery desire to teach 12 lessons a day and talk to EVERYONE they see. You kind of laugh to yourself at first... and you wonder if you looked as ridiculous as they do. But somehow there ridiculousness is inspiring. Their desire to work really hard and do all they possibly can is a good reminder of your purpose. And yes, they think they know everything. You watch them make their way in the world. They master word after word, and eventually begin speaking full sentences of the mission language. They begin to rely on you less and less.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Then, they go. They go on to train their own brand new missionary.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You continue you on your journey, meeting more and more people, going from place to place. Growing and changing as you go.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> You learn how to care about others more than yourself. You learn to work with people you wouldn't necessarily choose to be around. You learn how to plan ahead. You learn to think fast and be flexible. You learn to rely on your faith.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You learn to be a Disciple of Christ.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Then one day, in what seemed to be the blink of an eye, it's all over. You've served your time, and you've completed your mission. Your shoes have worn through soles. Your feet ache from all the walking. You look a little older, and you've aged a bit from caring and worrying so much about others.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Then you wonder:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> "Am I ready? Did I really do all I could? "</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You look back on the places you've been, people you've served, the people who have served you, the days of pure joy, the nights you cried yourself to sleep, the weaknesses you've overcome, the prayers you've said, the revelation you've recieved and the immense love you've felt.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And you smile. And you think, "Yes. Yes I am ready now."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You know you weren't perfect. You know you messed up on countless occasions.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But you sure TRIED. And you sure put your heart and soul into it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Because of the things you've experienced in the past 18 months you have become a disciple of Christ, ready to experience what comes next. Ready for new scenes. Ready for new people to fall in love with and serve with all your heart, might, mind and strength.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You will take these experiences with you to the next stage of your life, and you'll never forget them. These experiences and memories are part of who you are. Each moment helped you become what you are now. Isn't that why you came in the first place?... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b>You came so that you could return</b></i>....Return home as a Disciple of Christ.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">We kind of do the same thing in our lives, don't we?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I sit here with a heart full of so much gratitude. I am so grateful for the last 18 months... So grateful for the areas I've served in. So grateful for the people I've met, the lessons I've taught, the Spirit I've felt, for the times I've been humbled, for the people who have been patient with me, for my leaders who have taught me and for each of the companions I've served with. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And I'm especially grateful that I have had my Savior Jesus Christ there by my side every difficult step of the way."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Remember the way you felt RIGHT NOW. Never forget about the "bigger picture". With all you've been through out here... Remember the purpose of it all. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">When life becomes difficult, when trials become seemingly unbearable, when you fear the weight of the world might crush you... REMEMBER what you learned. </span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 24px;">Remember THE DOCTRINE OF CHRIST. It is the clear path and the sure way Jesus Christ has provided. Through it, you will overcome all! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 24px;"><u>Stand up for what you believe</u>, even in.... No, ESPECIALLY in situations when it is difficult. You will always regret it when you don't. You know this. Do NOT be afraid.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 24px;">DON'T BE A HOARDER. Keep what you need, and throw out what you don't. This includes habits, emotional baggage, fears, harsh judgements, useless relationships and STUFF. You never need clutter. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 24px;">Your soul is made of music. And it's your way of speaking to the hearts of others. Never set this gift you've been given on the shelf to get dusty. USE IT OFTEN. Share your light!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Seek for the guidance of the spirit through prayer. Discover the mysteries of God through the scriptures. GO TO THE TEMPLE as often as you can. Be diligent in your church callings. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Find a husband. He's out there somewhere. And when you have found him... stick with him and have his back. PATIENCE, Tara. Patience. Teach your children the principles of the gospel and lead by the example. Yeah, I know they don't want to listen, and I know they'd rather do their own thing. But keep going. Don't give up. They will thank you one day.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Never forget through all challenges of mortality and regardless of all your imperfections there is MUCH joy to be had. Look for the little miracles. They are all around you, just open your eyes. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">YES. You CAN do this. Life is tough, but you are tougher. And you've already proven it once. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Get out there. There's still plenty of good to do in the world... So get to work. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Love your ol' friend,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Sister Franklin</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580916439409915848.post-72389073489817574002014-07-29T12:01:00.002-07:002014-12-07T03:40:38.118-08:00"Finally Home Again"<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Well... I'm officially the worst blogger ever.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">In light of coming home in just 3 short weeks, I need to "get the show on the road" here.</span><br />
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There's a lot of things I will really miss about missionary work. MANY THINGS. More than I can count. But I think perhaps most of all is meeting so many people from so many walks of life. Now, I know I can still meet/get to know people without being a missionary, but it's different out here in the mission field. Trust me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My companion and I have been
able to meet so many people and hear each story. We wanted to record
these stores in the hopes that they might inspire others as much as they
have inspired us.</span><br />
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Everyone has a unique experience with God. Here is just one of the many sacred experiences someone has shared with me:</span><br />
<b><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">(Para leer esta historia en español ve a <a href="http://hermanaporternysouth.blogspot.com/">hermanaporternysouth.blogspot.com</a> )</span></b><br />
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<i>The missionaries knocked on ____'s door when she was ten years old. Her
family quickly accepted the gospel and she was baptized not too long
after. In the years that followed she continued to faithfully attend
church and youth activities.<br />
Shortly after she graduated from high school she married her sweetheart
in the Manhattan temple for time and all eternity. It was then that her
life's journey would take an unexpected turn. Not too long after her
marriage she began questioning the testimony she had gained in her
childhood. "Who am I? What am I doing here? Do I only live this way
because my parents forced this on me?" She decided she needed to explore
her desires and make a change. Leaving the church seemed to be the only
way she could find her "true" identity.<br />
Weeks turned into months, and months turned into years.<br />
The occasional family event would bring her to the church building, but
because of her decision to resist the gospel she felt only anxiety and
discomfort any time she was there. It was no longer her "home" as it had
once been.<br />
Over the next five years she lived day to day. Wake up, go to work, pay
the bills, rinse, repeat. She had good days and bad days like everyone
does. But, was this really it? She couldn't help but feel that her life
lacked meaning and purpose.<br />
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On one occasion the missionaries serving in the Brentwood ward were
visiting her family. One of them looked her in the eye and asked a very
simple, direct question.<br />
"Why don't you come to church?"<br />
She had no answer.<br />
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This question wouldn't leave her mind.<br />
"Why don't I go? What have I gained by leaving?" She discovered then
that in leaving the church to search for control and independence she
found only loneliness and emptiness. She had become a spectator in her
own life... going through the motions and never actually getting
anywhere.<br />
She had enough. There was again need for change.<br />
"But how? After all these years? How can I possibly go back now?"<br />
She related the following experience:<br />
"I'll never forget the day I went back to church for the first time. My
husband drove us to church. As we neared the building I felt a panic
attack coming on. I could hardly breathe and all I wanted to do was turn
around and go back.<br />
By the time I got myself under control and walked into the chapel the
meeting had already begun. The congregation was singing the opening
hymn. I still to this day, can't remember what the hymn was but in that
moment the words spoke so strongly to my heart. I knew I was finally
home again."<br />
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Going back to church after five years of inactivity was anything but
easy and it required complete humility. Although she had made the
decision to go back, doubt still crept in. There were moments of
frustration for her. "Do I know for sure if the church is true? Why
don't I feel as sure as others?" She so badly wanted an unwavering
conviction that what she was doing was right, but still felt unsure of
this step in her life.<br />
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When the frustration overwhelmed her and she felt her new found faith
crumbling, she decided to go to the only place in her house where she
could be alone: the bathroom. As she closed the door she dropped onto
her knees and poured her heart out to God. She asked Him for a
confirmation of the decision she had taken to return to church. She
wanted to feel that what she was doing was right for her. As her prayer
ended, she waited for a wave of peace and comfort. But there was
nothing. As tears came to her eyes she noticed something; her thoughts
were telling her exactly what she wanted to know. The answers she had so
earnestly sought after had been in her mind all along. God had answered
her in a way she could understand.<br />
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A week ago, my companion and I were in a lesson. One of the members
teaching with us shared her testimony with such power that the Spirit
bore witness to all who were there that what spoke was truth. That
member was THIS dear friend, who made the challenging but eternally
rewarding journey back into the fold of God.</i></span><br />
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All of us have had moments of doubt and struggle that we can overcome.
Know that you are NOT alone in questioning or doubting the faith you
have come to love. We all experience trials but when we trust in the
Lord He will guide us safely home. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580916439409915848.post-52705341004076165722014-05-30T10:33:00.002-07:002014-12-07T02:41:51.739-08:00LAUGH! -- It's Good For Ya!<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">Hola Todos!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed; line-height: 18px;">It's me! Sister Franklin... Just stoppin' in to say a quick hello and share a few thoughts. My comp and I had to make a quick visit to the library to take care of some computer business... so it looks like I have a minute to spend on the ol' blog. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">For those who don't know or haven't pieced it together... I'm currently serving way out on the eastern end of Long Island. I got blinded into a ward that hasn't had Sisters here in YEARS. It's been an ADVENTURE to say the least. It's as though I've been transfered to a different mission completely... The City is NOTHING like the Island. People (when found) are not in constant motion and people actually say hi back to me out here. Haha.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">A few things I've rediscovered that I (quite literally) forgot existed: </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">Lawns. Backyards. Houses. Space. Silence. Trees. Nice people. Parking lots. And.....</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">Haha... Driving around instead of walking around has been an interesting adjustment. None of my clothes fit anymore. It's great. Haha.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed; line-height: 18px;">The ward I'm serving in is THE BOMB. I LOVE it. Everything about it. The people are so kind, loving and willing to help us with just about anything. AND they fit us REAL good food. (Hence the tight clothes...) I've been so lucky to serve in the best wards in the world during my time as a missionary. Truly, the best.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">The other day my companion and I on the 495 were making the long drive home from a doctors visit in Manhattan. We ended up on the road just when rush-hour traffic was hitting its peak of slowness. The freeway was practically a parking lot. We waited and waited. I occasionally tapped the gas pedal only to put my foot right back on the brake. Though the situation was kind of crummy and rather inconvenient my comp and I were lost in a conversation about embarrassing moments we had as missionaries and otherwise. We passed the time by singing along to the ultra cheesy/corny 90's EFY music in our car and laughed till our stomachs hurt. I hardly noticed the bad traffic! When suddenly, I found myself staring at the drivers/passengers in the neighboring stationary cars...... And what I saw taught me a lesson.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">No one else was laughing, no one was even smiling. In fact, it was quite the opposite. Everyone had looks of impatience, annoyance and even outright anger as they honked their horns and yelled at other drivers trying to merge onto the crowded freeway. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">"Are we the only one's out the millions of people here having fun? " I asked my companion. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">She looked around and saw what I was seeing, and answered, "Yeah, I guess we are."</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed; line-height: 18px;">How sad. Being angry, upset and depressed about the slow traffic was certainly NOT going to magically change the situation... And yes, I know... Smiling didn't change it either. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">We had to sit through the inconvenient traffic either way. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">So what's my point? The point is... which would you rather remember? That day where you spent 2 hours groaning and griping and moved only 4 miles? Or that day that you spent having memorable hilarious conversation with your best friend? </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed; color: #2f393a; line-height: 18px;">We are all going to find ourselves in situations we have not anticipated and are not sure how to handle. If we laugh, we may find that at least some of the handling takes care of itself. </span><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed; color: #2f393a; line-height: 18px;">We can’t always choose what we look at, but we can choose what we see. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #2f393a;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 18px;">Life is WAAAAYYY too short to be spent being mad about it. You're spending 2 hours stuck in traffic either way, you're going to be late either way! SO... you might as well spend those 2 hours making a good memory. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #f9f6ed; color: #2f393a; line-height: 18px;">Good humor and the ability to laugh at myself has carried me through SO MUCH on my mission. Besides the love of the Savior, Laughter has been the single most important medicine and cure all for difficult times. I'll probably come home with a permanent smile on my face and laugh lines on my eyes because I've had to learn to laugh at my millions of mistakes in order to survive. And you know what, that's okay. Because laughing has helped me find joy in those refining moments that would otherwise be quite painful.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: #f9f6ed; color: #2f393a; line-height: 18px;">President Gordon B. Hinckley said it best when he said: “We’ve got to have a little humor in our lives. You had better take seriously that which should be taken seriously but, at the same time, we can bring in a touch of humor now and again. If the time ever comes when we can’t smile at ourselves, it will be a sad time.”</span><sup class="noteMarker" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; border: 0px; color: #2f393a; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 1; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> </sup></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Good clean humor improves our attitude, builds relationship with others, and helps us successfully cope with all our challenges. Whether we are experiencing an anxious moment in the office, having to go back and correct a mistake, or just trying to handle the trials of everyday living like traffic jams, humor can make nearly anything a happy, memorable part of our lives. If we can appropriately laugh at it, we can live with it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So, c'mon! Just LAUGH! —it’s good for ya!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And please, read/listen to this talk. I love Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin. This talk has always helped me keep the perspective I've needed to get through! </span></div>
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<a href="https://www.lds.org/general-conference/2008/10/come-what-may-and-love-it?lang=eng">https://www.lds.org/general-conference/2008/10/come-what-may-and-love-it?lang=eng</a></span><br />
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LOVE you all!</span><br />
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Sister Franklins</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580916439409915848.post-74096692333473706642014-05-19T20:40:00.001-07:002014-12-07T03:46:15.518-08:00A List of Good Things that I will Remember About this Week...<style>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Tara asked me, Mom, to start posting her
weekly email on her blog again. They
won’t always be the same as before – lessons or thoughtful reflections, but I
am sure that you will enjoy hearing from her. (I made a list of the things that I would remember from my trip to New
Orleans for an IRA Conference. I
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">1.) We had an awesome lesson with a new
investigator. M____. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Story time: M____ is the husband
of one of the sisters in the ward. She is the first councilor in the Relief
Society Presidency. (This is a second marriage for her.) Now, M____ grew up in
New Jersey and lived there for most of his life. He went to Ruckers University
and became a successful businessman. He grew up in a conservative Jewish home but
didn't really practice a Jewish lifestyle when he became an adult. He lived
with women on and off and had a lot of money. However, he wasn't really satisfied
with his life, he knew something was missing. When it became frustrating and he
began to feel hopeless he turned to alcohol. Years passed and he fell into the
life of an addict. He couldn't go a day without liquor... And he nearly drank
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quit his job and got help to recover from his addiction to alcohol. He began
attending different religious services with friends to gain a better
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">In the process of making this lifestyle
change he met a beautiful Mexican woman who happened to be a Mormon. He hardly
knew what a Mormon was... other than that she didn't drink. And that was FINE
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">After some time dating he learned more
about her faith and he admired her for how dedicated she was to her religion.
He didn't really have interest in joining the church at the time, but he knew
there was something very special about this woman. They were married here in
the Brentwood chapel by the bishop of the Brentwood ward. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And here... several years later....
He's ready to learn "just what it is that makes his beautiful wife so
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">SO.... this was the second lesson we've
had with M____ and it was truly amazing. He had a spiritual confirmation about
Jesus Christ and his divine role as the Savior of the world. Since he grew up Jewish
he never really considered the role that Jesus plays in each of our lives.
He was able to better understand the power of the atonement and what that means
for him SPECIFICALLY. It was one of the most powerful lessons I've ever taught
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">3.) We re-did the bulletin board for
our ward and everyone said, "Looks like Brentwood got Sisters..."
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">4.) We painted about 40 planter Boxes
in West Islip.... I don't think they realized there would only be 6 of us.
Haha. It took FOREVER... but they bought us pizza afterward, so it was all
worth it. This lady named "B___" was in charge of it... a TRUE
New Yorker, Feminist, Liberal, Business Owner, Animal Rights Activist,
Vegetarian... The works. Haha. We had some great conversations, Ohhhh B___. We
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">5.) EVERYTHING IS GREEN! It took a
while for it all to grow in, but the trees are looking happy and leafy. It's
nice to be in on the island for this season. There's GRASS! REAL grass! The
city doesn't have grass. Like, literally none. The parks don't even have grass
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">6.) Finally, ate dinner at the F______
house... A HILARIOUS family in our ward that we've been wanting to meet with
for FOREVER. We played Ping-Pong and croquette and had steak. Boo-yeah. And
guess what... I rocked croquette and... I'll have to work on Ping-Pong. I'm pretty much
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">7.) I had a bit of a break down about
going home. It FINALLY hit me that I'm going home in about 13 weeks. That's
just not right! It flew by too fast! I honestly don't know where the time
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And Satan sure works on you HARD when
you're getting ready to finish up. He works double time on missionaries
already... but he really wants you to feel cruddy when you're on the home
stretch. Every time something awful happened he said, "wow... good thing
you're still a rotten missionary and don't have time to improve." And
every time something great happened he said, "Well, enjoy it now because
you're DONE. Won't be seein' this anymore sucka!" </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But I feel better now. :) I've got less
time than I've ever had, yet I have more time then I'll ever have again. It's
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more than a year! I LOVE you Jamba. There ARE perks to your companion visiting
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Lately I've been learning about
perseverance and what it TRULY means to endure. I'll let you know what I've
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I love you and I get excited everyday
when I get to open a new count down quote from you! (The Count Down Quote
is something that I did for Tara. I collected
memes, quotes, thoughts, etc. It started
April 20<sup>th</sup>, Easter and will go until August 20<sup>th</sup>, her 18
month mark and possible release date.
She has an envelope to open everyday with one of the memes, thoughts,
quotes… that I collected for her. It is
our “thoughtful” countdown to the end of her mission. She and her companion, Sister Porter, call it
there daily dose of Jill.)</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580916439409915848.post-83389525527625449572014-03-25T15:36:00.000-07:002014-12-07T02:42:42.619-08:00Mine Angels Round About You<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">For a myriad of reasons I haven't been able to get anything posted on </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">this here blog... And I apologize for that! I'm really going to try to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">post weekly for the rest of my mission. I don't have all the time in </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">the world left, so I need to share my experiences while I have the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">chance!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I've been thinking a lot lately about The Spirit World.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I'll begin by letting y'all in on a little experience I had just a few days ago.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">There was a woman in my ward, Hermana Cuesta, who had been on death's </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">doorstep for about 2 weeks, she was basically in a coma for about 12 </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">days after they found her unconscious in her apartment. She was 87 and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">had been fighting all kind of illnesses for years and years. We </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">received word on Tuesday morning that she had passed on. She was a </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">sweet little old lady who LOVED it when I sang for her. And she would </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">never let us leave when we visited. Haha. Because she was so ill and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">frail she didn't get to come to church very often, they had been </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">taking the sacrament to her for years. But she was one of the most </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">faithful members of our congregation, that's for sure.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">On Thursday afternoon, after zone conference went over I went to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">un-silence our phone and saw that we had a million missed phone calls. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">They were pretty much all from our Bishop and Relief Society </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">president... Several call backs later I found myself a little in shock </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">and no time to really even stop and think about it. Turns out there </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">was a big mix up with the mortuary/funeral home and they needed </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">someone to go dress the dead body immediately. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Yeah. Missions. They present ALL kinds of service opportunities.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">First we had to run (literally) to her apartment and find her temple </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">clothes. I don't know if you've ever been in the apartment of an 87 </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">year old woman who has lived there, alone for 17 years. But it's </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">SCARY. The woman was quite the "collector". Hoarder. To put it nicely. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Haha. So my comp and I with the help of her poor non-member niece </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">looked through her junk jungle of an apartment frantically. Her niece </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">had no idea what it was she was looking for so I just told her to look </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">for a bag with a lot of white clothes in it. We tore everything apart. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I found about 40 purses/bags but none of them contained temple </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">clothes. I called the relief society president 2nd councilor because I </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">had no idea what to do. We needed to be at the funeral home in 20 </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">minutes and we still had come up with nothing. She decided that she </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">would just donate all of her own temple clothes to Hermana Cuesta.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Right after I hung up the phone the niece taps me on the shoulder and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">says, "This?"... By SOME MIRACLE she found the temple bag with </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">everything folded perfectly ready to go! We gave her a big hug and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">thanked her for her help, we jumped in the car with the Relief Society </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">president 2nd councilor and headed on our way. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I walked in and let the funeral home director know what we were there </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">for, and he was already expecting us. His name was Joe Jr. And he had </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">a big thick New York accent. Anyone who has seen "While you were </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">sleeping" should find that funny. Haha. Anyway.... </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">So the funeral home looked like any regular funeral home... dimly lit, </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">flowers everywhere, dark red carpets, cheap chandeliers, dark cherry </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">wood furniture. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">However, as we went down several flights of stairs... things got a </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">little more "ghetto" and dingy. We were lead down this dark hallway </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">and through a casket storage room (CREEPY) into what I would compare </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">to a frankenstein lab room. All cement walls, and slanted floors </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">leading to a drain, "lab" tables everywhere... the embalming </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">instruments, tubes, knives and tools laid out on the stained counter </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">tops... my heart was kind of racing at this point. The body lay under </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">a white sheet on a porcelain table. I took a deep breath (but not too</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">deep for fear that the smell of formaldehyde and who knows what else </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">would make me pass out. Haha) I held her temple dress close to my </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">heart and closed my eyes and said a short silent prayer asking for a </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">little extra adrenaline. The mortician uncovered the body and I felt </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">an indescribable calm come over me. I wasn't scared anymore. Which is </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">super strange because I saw before me one of the more horrifying </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">sights I've seen in a while. (She wasn't embalmed, or done up/ waxed </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">up at all, because it was a closed casket funeral. She looked pretty</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">darn dead. If you know what I mean.) </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">But seeing her body there without her spirit brought a new light to my</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">testimony of the Spirit World. I had never realized quite like I did </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">in this moment how special our spirit's are. THE SPIRIT that inhabits </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">the body is really what gives it LIFE. Our spirit is what communicates </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">with our father in heaven. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">After she was all dressed up I could picture her sitting in the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">celestial room with a big smile. Finally at rest. And I felt honored </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">to be able to do that last act of service for her. I was actually the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">last person to see her mortal body (besides the funeral directer who </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">placed her in her casket, obviously). It will be a good little reunion </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">when we're resurrected I imagine.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">All of us missionaries went to the funeral services held in our church </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">building on Saturday. None of her family members are members of the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">church. They all expressed a lot of gratitude to our church for never </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">letting their mother/ grandmother/aunt go without care and friends. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">The stake patriarch who used to be the bishop of my ward (until the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">transfer I got to this ward, actually) gave a beautiful talk on the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">plan of salvation. Apparently he had gone over to visit her just weeks </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">before she ended up on the hospital, unresponsive. Durning this visit </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">she told him that she knew her time was coming to leave this earth. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">She made him promise that when her family had gathered for her funeral </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">he would tell them about the plan that had brought her so much </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">happiness. It made me even more grateful for my family and for the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">knowledge I have that I'll be with all those who have passed on into</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">the next life again. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Me and my companion were asked to go to the graveside service at the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">cemetery. And I sang "Each Life that Touches Ours For Good" before the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">dedicatory prayer. It was such a very special moment. I felt so close </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">to heaven. Not only did I feel close to her, but I felt close to all </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">my loved ones who now live beyond the veil. I knew she was watching </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">the whole thing with a big smile. Even after her Spirit had gone from </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">this earth she was able to share the plan of happiness with her loved </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">ones.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">That night after having experienced all this I had a dream (for the </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">second time on my mission) about my Grandma Jean R. Poulsen. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">She passed away when I was about 2 years old. I never actually got to </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">know her before she died. But I've always felt extremely close to her. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">In this dream we were sitting in a room, I didn't recognize the room </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">and I hardly remember anything about what it looked like... just that </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">it was filled with sunlight. We were just talking, and laughing like </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">good friends. I really don't remember what it was we were talking </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">about or anything like that. I just remember her smile. And her face </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">so full of light and life. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I do, however, remember one detail that I will always remember and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">cherish. 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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I believe in angels. I believe in life after death. I believe there </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">are missionaries preaching on the other side, so that ALL will have </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">the opportunity to accept the gospel. And I know that families can be </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">together forever through the plan of our loving Heavenly Father. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Because of the Atonement of our Lord, Jesus Christ we can be free of </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">guilt and sorrow in this life and have no fear in death. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Christ came forth resurrected, His spirit reunited with his body once </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">more... and so will we!</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Now. Sister May traveled a long, long way to get here and be my Good Samaritan. She did not grow up in the church. In fact, she grew up having zero good feelings towards the LDS church and it's members. She was raised by her father and her step mom who were good people but had nothing much to do with religion. It wasn't until her biological mother joined the church after getting married to a very active member, that she was willing to hear anything about it. She still didn't like it much, but she could at least tolerate it. A short time later, her best friend (who is a member of the church) expressed to her his desire to serve a full time mission. Leaving for two years, to do what? Go around and knock on people's doors and teach about religion? The idea of him taking off was frightening, strange and somehow fascinating to her. She just couldn't shake the feeling she had when he spoke about this deep desire to serve The Lord. After discussing the church more and more with him and her mom she decided to have the missionaries over. They taught her and a few short weeks later she was baptized.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">She had been a member for only a year when the announcement was made saying that sister missionaries could leave at age 19. She responded to the call, and found her self entering the mission field only a year and half after joining the church. It was tough to be a missionary and still feel so "new". She didn't recognize most of the doctrinal terms being used and she questioned whether she would actually be able to keep up in the mission field.... when everyone seemed to already "know it all". But she squared her shoulders and put a smile on and got to work anyway.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Several months later... I was "beaten and bruised" pretty bad. I had allowed Satan to get a hold of my heart and I truly believed I was a failure. She saw me "laying there in the middle of the road" and she "cleaned my cuts", "dusted me off" and encouraged me to get back on track. She never let me say "I can't". During my time with her as my companion I laughed everyday. I remembered what it was like to just be myself. She reminded me that it was not my job to worry about things I couldn't control. After she got me all stitched up, she went on her way... like all Good Samaritans do. I was so sad to see her go. But I got exactly what I wished for. I always said "I wish EVERYONE got to be companions with Sister May!"... And she became a Sister Training Leader. SO, she goes on exchanges with about half the sisters in the mission. I know I am just one of the down trodden souls she has lifted along her Jericho Road. Sister May taught me a very important lesson. And that is simply that by taking even just one step in the dark you just might end up changing the world. I am so grateful she decided to join the church regardless of how unsupportive many family members and friends were of the decision. I am so grateful she decided to serve a mission even though she felt like she lacked experience. By looking passed her fear, she found me... she stopped to help me out. And I gained a best friend! </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I have been cared for and picked up by so many Good Samaritans along the my Jericho Road. The Lord always places people in my path when I need them. And I often wonder if they realize the importance and the significance of their actions. I think in a way we're born aware of our need to help each other. I think we're born desiring to SAVE and PROTECT. Deep inside the human soul is a longing to be identified with and involved in something really important. There comes a time in our lives when we are spiritually prepared and ready to be lifted from comfortable and sometimes mundane activities and to make a major decision to respond to a call... a call that is sometimes difficult, a call that is inconvenient, a call that may require sacrifice. The call to arms, to reach out. A call that if we will but accept, we will illuminate our own souls. And we INSPIRE others to do the same.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Who else is a little bit in shock that it's already 2014... Can't believe it. I still remember when I was skating around the iceskating rink at "First Night" for the millennium. 14 years ago.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I hope everyone had the holliest, jolliest of holidays this year! I sure had a great Christmas. It was SO awesome to spend Christmas helping and serving others. Definitely a Christmas not to be soon forgotten.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I will admit that my favorite part of Christmas was seeing all three members of my family at once... haven't had that for almost a year. Crazy to see parts of my house and remember that I used to live there. Haha.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Got me thinking... I've called a lot of places "home" in my lifetime. But where is home, really?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So I got to reading, reflecting, studying and talking with people about it. This is what I've come up with...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My favorite verses in the bible are those of the Sermon on the Mount. In the Gospel of St. Matthew and reads: “And seeing the multitudes, he went up into a mountain: and when he was set, his disciples came unto him: And he opened his mouth, and taught them.” (Matt. 5:1–2) Among the truths which he taught was this statement: “Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it.” (Matt. 7:13–14)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">When Jesus of Nazareth personally walked the rocky roads of Jerusalem, he showed all who would believe how they might follow that narrow way and enter that strait gate to life eternal. “Come, follow me,” he invited. “I am the way.” Little wonder that men waited for the outpouring of the Holy Ghost on the day of Pentecost. It was the one true gospel of Jesus Christ that was to be preached, his work that was to be done, and his apostles at the head of his church who were entrusted with the work.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">However, history would tell us that most men did NOT come unto him, nor did they follow him in his ways... He was crucified by his own, his apostles were killed and his teachings were rejected. The bright daylight of enlightenment slipped away, and the shadows of a black night covered the entire earth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">One word can describe the dismal state that followed: Apostasy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Generations before, Isaiah had prophesied: “Darkness shall cover the earth," and Amos had foretold of a famine in the land: “Not a famine of bread, nor a thirst for water, but of hearing the words of the Lord.” (Amos 8:11) Peter warned of false teachers bringing damnable heresies, and Paul predicted that the time would come when real, sound doctrine would cease to exist. Yes. This was it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The dark ages of history seemed never to end. Was there to be no end to this truthless night? Had a loving Father forgotten his own children? Would he send forth no divine revelation as in times before?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">As it turns out, there WERE many honest men to desired to know. Who NEEDED to know. And at the risk/sacrifice of their very lives, attempted to establish points of reference, that they might find the "way of the Lord", the way of truth. The day of the reformation was dawning, but still the path ahead was daunting. In the words of Thomas S. Monson about the Reformation: "Persecutions would be severe, personal sacrifice overwhelming, and the cost beyond calculation. The reformers were like pioneers blazing wilderness trails in a desperate search for those lost points of reference which, they felt, when found would lead mankind back to the truth Jesus taught."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">When John Wycliffe and others completed the first English translation of the entire Bible from the Latin, the church authorities did all they could to destroy it. Copies had to be secretly written by hand. The Bible had been regarded as a book forbidden to be read by any "common people". Many of the followers of John Wycliffe were severely punished and many killed.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Martin Luther asserted the Bible’s supremacy. His years of study led him to compare the doctrines and practices of the church with the teachings of the scriptures. Luther stood for agency and the rights of the individual conscience, and this he did at the risk of his life. Though threatened, persecuted, and even hunted he still declared boldly: “Here I stand, I cannot do otherwise. God help me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">There are SO many others that could be mentioned, but something said by a man named William Tyndale sums up for me the deep, deep significance and divine origin of the reformation:<strong> “If God spare my life, … I will cause a boy that driveth the plough shall know more of the scripture than thou dost.”</strong> (Not gonna lie... this just gives me chills!)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Though they dedicated all they had to the cause of truth... Still there was darkness. The reformers did not restore the fullness of the gospel. So of the reformers one could ask, “Was their sacrifice all in vain? Was their struggle completely worthless?” </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I answer “No!” The Holy Bible was now available to EVERYONE. Each man could better find his way!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And because of the reformation, the long-awaited day of <strong>restoration</strong> did indeed come. In His own words here is the testimony of the <strong>plowboy</strong> who became a prophet— Joseph Smith.</span></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“There was in the place where we lived an unusual excitement on the subject of religion. … It … became general … creating division amongst the people, some crying, ‘Lo, here!’ and others, ‘Lo, there!’</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“… I was one day reading the Epistle of James, first chapter and fifth verse, which reads: ‘If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him.’</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“Never did any passage of scripture come with more power to the heart of man than this did at this time to mine. It seemed to enter with great force into every feeling of my heart. I reflected on it again and again, knowing that if any person needed wisdom from God, I did; for how to act I did not know, and unless I could get more wisdom than I then had, I would never know; for the teachers of religion … understood the same passages of scripture so differently as to destroy all confidence in settling the question by an appeal to the Bible.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“At length I came to the conclusion that I must either remain in darkness and confusion, or else I must do as James directs, that is, ask of God. …</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“So, in accordance with this, my determination to ask of God, I retired to the woods to make the attempt. It was on the morning of a beautiful, clear day, early in the spring of eighteen hundred and twenty.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“… I kneeled down and began to offer up the desire of my heart to God. …</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“I saw a pillar of light exactly over my head, above the brightness of the sun, which descended gradually until it fell upon me.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">“… When the light rested upon me I saw two Personages, whose brightness and glory defy all description, standing above me in the air. One of them spake unto me, calling me by name and said, pointing to the other—<i>This is My Beloved Son. Hear Him!</i>”</span></strong></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The Father and the Son, Jesus Christ, had appeared to Joseph Smith. The morning of this, the final dispensation and that of the fullness of times had come!... It came dispelling the darkness of the centuries and dispelling of spiritual night.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">From then to now, truth has been and is available to us. Like the children of Israel in ancient days, weary wandering now can end with our entry to a personal and very real "promised land".</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">There is a prophet on the earth today, and he calls to each one of us! Come from your wandering way, weary traveler. Come to the gospel of Jesus Christ. Come to that heavenly haven called home. Here you will discover the truth. Here you will learn the reality of the Godhead, the comfort of the plan of salvation, the sanctity making and keeping covenants, the power of personal prayer... </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Thomas S. Monson once relayed the following story:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"Many of us may remember the story of a very young boy who was abducted from his parents and home and taken to a village situated far away. Under these conditions the small boy grew to young manhood without a knowledge of his actual parents or earthly home. Within his heart there came a yearning to return to that village called home.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But where was home to be found? Where were his mother and father to be discovered? Oh, if only he could remember even their names, his task would be less hopeless. Desperately he sought to recall even a glimpse of his childhood.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Like a flash of inspiration, he remembered the sound of a bell which, from the tower atop the village church, pealed its welcome each Sabbath morning. From village to village the young man wandered, ever listening for that familiar bell to chime. Some bells were similar, others far different from the sound he remembered.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">At length the weary young man stood one Sunday morning before a church of a typical town. He listened carefully as the bell began to peal. The sound was familiar. It was unlike any other he had heard, save that bell which pealed in the memory of his childhood days. Yes, it was the same bell. Its ring was true. His eyes filled with tears. His heart rejoiced in gladness. His soul overflowed with gratitude. The young man dropped to his knees, looked upward beyond the bell tower—even toward heaven—and in a prayer of gratitude whispered, 'Thanks be to God. I’m home.' "</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Like the peal of a familiar bell will be the truth of the doctrine of Jesus Christ to the spirit of those who are SEEKING it. Many if not all of us have traveled on a personal quest for that which rings true. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints sends forth to you an earnest appeal. Open your doors to the missionaries. Open your minds. Open your hearts, even your very souls, to the sound of that still, small voice which testifies of truth. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Then, like the lost boy, you too will say to our Father: “I’m home!”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My favorite Christmas Hymn explains to me the warm, peaceful home available to us through the revealed truth of the gospel:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I heard the bells on Christmas day</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Their old familiar carols play,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And wild and sweet the words repeat</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Of peace on earth, good will to men.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I thought how, as the day had come,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The belfries of all Christendom</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Had rolled along th'unbroken song</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And in despair I bowed my head:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"There is no peace on earth," I said,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"For hate is strong and mocks the song</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"God is not dead, nor doth he sleep;<br /> The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">With peace on earth, good will to men."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Till, ringing, singing, on its way,</span><br />
<strong><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The world revolved from night to day,<br /> A voice, a chime, a chant sublime,</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Of peace on earth, good will to men!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">This is a very special time of year. A time where we have just celebrated Christmas and focused our thoughts on our savior... and now have the great opportunity to reflect on our lives and make changes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">With this new year I'm setting out on a journey. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My journey home. Home in the gospel of Jesus Christ!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">May we all find peace on earth and find our way safely HOME.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Happy 2014!</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580916439409915848.post-13815053516647519912013-12-14T10:36:00.002-08:002016-03-13T20:08:23.433-07:00Wonders of His Love -- An Answer to a Prayer<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">This post is for everyone and anyone... But especially for those who may be struggling emotionally </span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">or spiritually right now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I've decided and felt strongly that I need to be very honest and open about what I've been going through lately and I hope someone will benefit from my sharing these very personal experiences.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">During the past transfer I've really been struggling with depression.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I can't exactly say when it all started... but it became apparent that I just wasn't myself anymore.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I was struggling to feel happy when I had no obvious reason to be sad or discouraged. I was confused by my own emotions, "Get a grip! There's nothing wrong, you've dealt with much more difficult things before... and with a whole lot more grace than this. You shouldn't feel this way. What's wrong with you, Tara?" I would ask myself. I could NOT figure out what was causing this discouragement... Homesickness? Sadness? Anxiety? Loneliness? I still to this day can't really pick an existing word to describe what I was feeling.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">It was the day after Thanksgiving and I had just about anything but missionary work on my mind. All I wanted was to go home. And I felt pretty darn guilty about it, "Why are you homesick? You have no reason to feel homesick. Some people don't even have families on thanksgiving AT ALL. Ever. And look at you, ONE big holiday away from home and you're a wreck. One tough transfer and you have thoughts of going home. Pathetic."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Where were these thoughts coming from? Were they really my own thoughts? Why couldn't I seem to remove thoughts like this from my head? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I knew I needed help, and I needed it fast. But I was struggling to know where to find it. I didn't want to tell anyone about it because frankly I had too much pride (super woman complex). All the "basics" seemed too obvious and I was wandering in circles searching for a solution to my problem.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Quick explanation: The church came out with an "Adjusting to Missionary Life" booklet written by psychologists and doctors for the purpose of, well... just that, helping missionaries adjust to this lifestyle. It contains information about feelings you might experience when adjusting to the lifestyle of a missionary and ideas about dealing issues you commonly run into as a new missionary.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">As I have been out for (coming up on) 10 months now, I'll admit that book just takes up space in my crate of books and study materials. I always thought that I was passed the "struggle stages"... That I was "over that". So, I rarely looked at this book. But on that Black, gloomy Friday I felt like I should read it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">So I did.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I dusted it off and read it cover to cover looking for a good explanation for why I was feeling so down.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I was disappointed in my lack of a "light bulb" moment. Nothing really stuck out to me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Well... except one thing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Just one, and that was a suggestion for dealing with depression.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The suggestion was <i>Prayer.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">"Yep, one of those 'basics'. How dumb is that?" I thought. "DUH. What missionary doesn't pray? I pray about 47,000 times a day if not more! And I still feel depressed. I'm praying and no answers are coming." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I just wasn't satisfied with that. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I read it again and again to make sure that I wasn't missing something.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">..... Oh. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">There it was. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">"...pray <u>out loud</u>...".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Hmm... out loud? Wow, how long had it been...? Since I have a companion with me at ALL times ALL of my personal prayers are said in my heart/mind. I couldn't even think of the last time I had said a PERSONAL prayer out loud. I've always been in tiny studio apartments where even the quietest whisper in the bathroom with the door shut can be heard from any corner of the one-room living space. So, therefore, I kept all my prayers in my head.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">This idea stayed on my mind for the whole day.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Oddly though, in the following hours where all I wanted to do have a moment alone there wasn't a single opportunity to even ask my companion for a moment. We had SO much to do and so little time to get it done. I continued saying silent prayers throughout the day asking for the help and strength necessary to keep the fake smile on my face, "just one more day. Help me make it through just one more day."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Finally... the day was over. We came home exhausted, planned for the next day and retired to bed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">At about 2am, I was still awake. Couldn't sleep... as usual.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">But I knew what I needed to do. I got up and climbed out the window onto our fire escape. It was cold, but still. There was no wind and it was oddly quiet for a New York City night.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I knelt down, took a deep breath and said the most desperate prayer I've ever said in my life. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I spoke out loud as if I was talking to a friend... to a parent.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">It was the most REAL prayer I'd ever said. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I plead for relief from these thoughts of hopelessness, distraction and darkness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">When I felt I had said all I wanted to say, I felt better. Still lost. But at least I had told somebody about it. I felt like I had gotten all the words out of my head that had been eating me alive for weeks.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I received no immediate solution... no answer. But I knew someone had heard me. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">And that was enough.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Finally I went to sleep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The next morning I woke up feeling, well, alright. I was tired, obviously, I'd only slept about 12 hours in 3 days. Regardless, I got up and went about my normal Wednesday schedule. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">6:30, wake up. 8:00, studies till 10:30, then leave to Prospect Park for weekly service.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">While raking leaves, our phone alerted me that we had a text message. I pulled it out of my pocket. The text I saw was from an unidentified number, but a number that I knew very well.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">It read, "I received a prompting from a prayer and wrote you an email that you need to read as soon as possible."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Not everyday you receive a text from your <b>mom</b> as a missionary telling you to check your email. As soon as I could get internet connection, I opened my email and found this...</span><br />
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<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">"My Dear Tara,</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">As I prayed for you this morning, I had an overwhelming feeling that you are struggling. Your email yesterday didn't seem quite on -- not like all of your others. And no blog posts for 2 weeks. At first I just thought you were probably just really busy, like you said. But I am quite sure this morning that it is more than that. </span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I don't know why you are struggling or with what, but I want to send you a message from your mother. Hear me -- YOU ARE ENOUGH!! You are loved by many and most of all by a Heavenly Father that knows you -- everything about you. Your greatest champion -- though I would like to believe is me-- is Jesus Christ. Take courage and carry on. Do what you are supposed to do. You tell Satan -- "Get thee hence! There are more that be with me than with you, even Angels from heaven by my side." Say it out loud -- loud and proud -- Maybe in the shower everyday and then in your head any time you feel him working on you. </span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Don't let your struggle become your identity! You are of divine origin and though you have mortal challenges you are no less divine -- a holy daughter of the most high God. So I want you lift your chin a little higher today, walk a little straighter and REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE!!</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I know that missions are HARD!! Don't discount how hard it is and think that you are somehow not measuring up. Just do your best and know that most missionaries if not all go through moments of doubt, homesickness and trouble. You are not unique in this. Read 2 Nephi 4:15-35. Even Nephi, one of the Greatest Book of Mormon Prophets, struggled with self-doubt, but he knew on whom to rely.</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I love you Tara -- wish I could just wrap my arms around you this morning, but we both know that if that was possible, you would probably come home and I would probably bring you home -- and neither of us really want that. So you and I need to just buck up and get to work today. --Love, Mom"</span></em></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I felt all the loneliness, all the anger, all the discouragement drain from my soul as I read these words. AGAIN, the Lord had answered.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Though these were the words of my dear mom, I knew they were His words.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Directly after reading this email, I could hear the song <strong>Joy to the World</strong> playing in the distance. I just listened. I didn't move. I closed my eyes, and allowed the music to be the only thing in the room with me. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Joy to the World, the Lord is come!<br />Let earth receive her King;<br />Let every heart prepare Him room,<br />And Heaven and nature sing,<br />And Heaven and nature sing,<br />And Heaven, and Heaven, and nature sing.<br /><br />Joy to the World, the Savior reigns!<br />Let men their songs employ;<br />While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains<br />Repeat the sounding joy,<br />Repeat the sounding joy,<br />Repeat, repeat, the sounding joy.<br /><br />No more let sins and sorrows grow,<br />Nor thorns infest the ground;<br />He comes to make His blessings flow<br />Far as the curse is found,<br />Far as the curse is found,<br />Far as, far as, the curse is found.<br /><br /><strong>He rules the world with truth and grace,<br />And makes the nations prove<br />The glories of His righteousness,<br />And wonders of His love,<br />And wonders of His love,<br />And wonders, wonders, of His love.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">My urgent, desperate prayer had been answered.</span><br />
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Praying.<br />
Its a funny thing. There really isn't a way to describe how it works. In fact, we really don't know. How is it that God can have billions upon billions of children and HEAR and ANSWER every single one of their prayers. Day and night, rain or shine... He answers. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">How can that be? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">How can it be that we have a Heavenly Father who loves and knows us all perfectly, so much that he knows exactly how to answer each of our prayers?<br />
It truly is a WONDER.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">It is one of the many wonders of God's love for us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">It's a wonder that a baby was born to a virgin in Bethlehem so long ago. It's a wonder that the baby who once lay in a manger grew into a sinless man. It's a wonder that He bled from every pore so that we could be free from suffering. It's a wonder that He endured the cross on Calvary and gave Himself a sacrifice for all mankind. It's a wonder that in three days He came forth, triumphant over death, as a resurrected, perfected being.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">It's a wonder that one day, if I can but rely on the ultimate gift of His atonement, I can be like Him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">During this Christmas season, I'm focusing my thoughts on the many <b>wonders of His love</b>. The world would have us believe that Christmas is about gifts, glittery lights, mystery and magic... But I testify that there is no greater gift, no brighter light, no greater mystery, no greater magic than His love... and the way he reveals that love to us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Tonight when you pray, speak out loud and remember that He, YOUR father and creator of all, </span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">IS LISTENING.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">As of last Wednesday I'm half way through.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">HALF WAY THROUGH.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It sure came up on me fast. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I feel like my mission has had an underlying theme that has followed me through all the good and bad experiences and been so obvious in the people that I've met and the places I've visited. And well, the theme is my "journey toward discipleship". </span></div>
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I decided to take a little trip down memory lane and I dug out and read my farewell talk again. The theme I was assigned to speak on was ironically "Becoming a Disciple of Christ". </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> This is a little piece of the talk that struck me in a way it didn't before:</span></div>
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<span style="color: #242b2c; line-height: 150%;">"Niel A.
Andersen said, 'Wherever you now find yourself on the road of discipleship, you
are on the right road, the road toward eternal life. Together we can lift and
strengthen one another in the great and important days ahead. Whatever the
difficulties confronting us, the weaknesses confining us, or the
impossibilities surrounding us, let us have faith in the Son of God, who
declared, ‘All things are possible to him that believeth.’ I know for certain I
will have a sister missionary companion for the next 18 months, but I truly hope I will choose to have a missionary companion for the remainder of my life… my lord Jesus Christ."</span></span></div>
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When I wrote that, I didn't really know what a mission was. I don't think anyone really does until you actually serve as a full-time missionary. However, it would appear that Heavenly Father wanted me to have a head-start in figuring out my purpose in serving a mission.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Missions are kind of like microcosms of life. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You're "born" into a new area. You're thrown into a new culture that you don't really understand. You've got a "mom" (trainer) who, in the beginning, does pretty much everything for you. Communicates for you, sets up all your appointments, helps you figure out how to get around, etc. Slowly but surely, you begin to figure it out... You baby step your way to saying a few words, making a few unsuccessful phone calls once in a while. You finally memorize the route from your apartment to the church building. Things are starting to be doable.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You're just beginning to make progress and become less dependent on others when you're yanked away from the arms of your trainer and you find end up with a trainee of your own.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And well, like any parent would say. You have NO idea what the heck you're doing. You just kind of make it all up as you go. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Your kid arrives with a firey desire to teach 12 lessons a day and talk to EVERYONE they see. You kind of laugh to yourself at first... and you wonder if you looked as ridiculous as they do. But somehow there ridiculousness is inspiring. Their desire to work really hard and do all they possibly can is a good reminder of your purpose. And yes, they think they know everything. You watch them make their way in the world. They master word after word, and eventually begin speaking full sentences of the mission language. They begin to rely on you less and less.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Then, they go. They go on to train their own brand new missionary.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You continue you on your journey, meeting more and more people, going from place to place. Growing and changing as you go.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> You learn how to care about others more than yourself. You learn to work with people you wouldn't necessarily choose to be around. You learn how to plan ahead. You learn to think fast and be flexible. You learn to rely on your faith.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You learn to be a Disciple of Christ.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Then one day, in what seemed to be the blink of an eye, it's all over. You've served your time, and you've completed your mission. Your shoes have worn through soles. Your feet ache from all the walking. You look a little older, and you've aged a bit from caring and worrying so much about others.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Then you wonder:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> "Am I ready? Did I really do all I could? "</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You look back on the places you've been, people you've served, the people who have served you, the days of pure joy, the nights you cried yourself to sleep, the weaknesses you've overcome, the prayers you've said, the revelation you've recieved and the immense love you've felt. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And you smile. And you think, "Yes. Yes I am ready now."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You know you weren't perfect. You know you messed up on countless occasions.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But you sure TRIED. And you sure put your heart and soul into it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Because of the things you've experienced in the past 18 months you have become a disciple of Christ, ready to experience what comes next. Ready for new scenes. Ready for new people to fall in love with and serve with all your heart, might, mind and strength.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">You will take these experiences with you to the next stage of your life, and you'll never forget them. These experiences and memories are part of who you are. Each moment helped you become what you are now. Isn't that why you came in the first place?... You came so that you could return....Return home as a Disciple of Christ.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Now, I've still got half my mission ahead of me. (Good thing... I've got such a very long way to go.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But I sit here with a heart full of so much gratitude. I am so grateful for the last 9 months... So grateful for the two areas I've served in. So grateful for the people I've met, the lessons I've taught, the Spirit I've felt, for the times I've been humbled, for the people who have been patient with me, for my leaders who have taught me and for each of the companions I've served with. And I'm especially grateful that I have had my Savior Jesus Christ there by my side every difficult step of the way.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 150%;"> "I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed.</span></div>
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over the line. The decision has</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">been made. I am a
disciple of Jesus Christ. I won't look back, slow</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">down,
back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense,</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">and
my future is secure. I am finished and done with low living, sight</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">walking,
small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions,</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">mundane
talking, chintzy giving, and dwarfed goals. </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">I no longer need preeminence,
prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">popularity.
I don't have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised,</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">regarded,
or rewarded. I now live by presence, learn by faith, love by</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">patience,
lift by prayer, and labor by power.</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">My pace is set,
my gait is fast, my road is narrow, my</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">way is rough,
my companions few... but my Guide is reliable, my goal is Heaven, my mission is
clear.</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">I cannot be bought, compromised, deterred, lured away,
turned back, diluted,</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">or delayed. I will not flinch in
the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">presence of
adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">pool
of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">I
won't give up, back up, or let up, until I've preached up, prayed</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">up,
paid up, and stayed up for the cause of Christ. I am a</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">disciple
of Jesus Christ. I must go until He returns, give until I drop,</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">preach
until all know, and work until He comes.</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">And when He
comes to get His own, He will recognize me. My</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">colors
will be clear for "I am not ashamed of the Gospel of Christ; for it is the</span><span style="line-height: 150%;"> </span><span style="line-height: 150%;">power
of God unto salvation for everyone that believeth..." (Romans 1:16)"</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 150%;">Remember, wherever you are on your road to discipleship, you're on the right road! </span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580916439409915848.post-72703036355947388742013-11-18T09:19:00.001-08:002014-12-07T02:44:57.671-08:00Where the Grass is Greener<div>
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"Adam fell that man might be, and men are that they might have joy."</div>
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ARE that we might have joy. I suppose it doesn't say that we WILL have
joy... the word MIGHT implies that there is a possibility or permission
to obtain joy. So we have to give ourselves permission to have joy? Yes.
So it all comes down to agency? Yes.</div>
That in mind. Story time. </div>
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<b>The Parable of the Three Axes, By Elder McDonald.</b></div>
(Re-written by me... because I can't remember word for word. ZTM (Zone Training Meeting). Haha.)</div>
There once were three axes. They all belonged to the greatest lumberjack
in the land he owned the entire forest... from the east to the west,
north to south as far as your eye could see and beyond. <br />
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Now, the first or the three axes despised the fact that he was an
ax. He spent ALL his time daydreaming and wishing he were something
else... something grander and far more majestic than a little ol' ax. It
seemed to him that life would be far more fulfilling and far more
meaningful if he were a rocket-ship, or a tank, or at least a chainsaw.
He decided that he could more fully and more effectively live his dream
of being something more flashy and fashionable by refusing to do ax-like
work. "No sir-ee I will not chop wood. That's for axes. And I'm no ax."</div>
The second ax was a very unhappy ax. He griped and complained all
day long. "This is way too hard!" "This job is so monotonous!" "Why do I
have to do this tedious awful job!?" He felt more validated when he
complained and vocally made is pain known as he chopped wood.</div>
Then there was the third ax. Ax number three loved working in the
woods. Chopping wood all day was tiresome work but he really enjoyed it.
"Nothing like going home after a long days work and feeling exhausted
and ready for bed. Means you worked hard, and made a difference." He
would say. He always had a smile on his face, because he could rarely
think of a reason not to. He knew he was just a little ax. But he was an
ax. And that was something to be happy about. He looked forward to each
new day and took delight in the thought of a new task to be completed.</div>
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Okay, let's take a step back for a moment. Remember the
lumberjack? This story has just about NO meaning without him. Why?
Because an ax can't do much of anything without a lumberjack. An ax
can't chop wood on it's own. Something has to pick it up and swing it.</div>
Looking at our three axes... which one do you think the Lumberjack
used? We have one ax who by his own choice refused to be used. He
resisted the lumberjack and he stayed in the shed, fantasizing about a
life he couldn't have. The second didn't completely refuse to work, but
he whined all day long and resented the tasks he was asked to do.</div>
Let's be real... we all know the third ax is the one who was used.
Not because the other two axes couldn't be just as capable and just as
effective if they wanted to be... but that's just the thing. They didn't
WANT to be used. The third ax desired it. It was the deepest desire of
his heart (if axes had hearts) to be an ax. To chop the wood the
lumber-jack asked him to chop. And you know what? The third ax became
strong! His blade was cleaned and sharpened often and his handle was
sanded and maintained. The other two axes became rusty, and gathered
dust in the corner... because they didn't want to chop wood.</div>
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If I were an ax, which ax would I be?</div>
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I'd like to say I was the third ax. But I know for a fact that's not always the case.</div>
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Sometimes
I complain, sometimes I'm really stubborn and I refuse to do budge at
all.Which is dumb. Because I'm an "ax" either way. Lamen, Lemuel, Sam
and Nephi all had to go and get the plates... the ALL had to leave
Jerusalem and travel to the Americas on a boat. The only difference is
that two of them did it willingly to and the other two didn't. two
complained and the other two didn't. So why not do it with a smile? Why
not use our agency to find JOY in all this wood chopping?! What's the
use in wishing you were somewhere else or complaining about the work
before you?</div>
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The grass is not "greener on the other side"... No. The grass is greener where you water it!</div>
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the message today is that we've all been given agency. And we all have
to chop wood. So, if we make our desire the desire of the lumberjack we
become strong. We will be sharpened. We will see the majestic views of
the whole forest! And eventually when our blade finally breaks because
of all the we've chopped... We will be hung on a peg in the lumberjacks
house where he will say, "well done my faithful little ax. Thanks for
your help out there." <br />
And imagine the JOY we will feel then.</div>
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Thanks for listening to the story.</div>
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Love you all,</div>
Sister Tara FranklinUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580916439409915848.post-38475665574234217702013-11-14T12:56:00.004-08:002014-12-07T02:45:15.565-08:00The Hastening-- Start Spreading the NEWS!Hey everyone. Sister Tara Franklin, here.<br />
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Sorry about the lack of an update this week. It's been crazy.<br />
We had a holiday on Monday, the normal emailing day... And then we had to go to mission head quarters to get our iPads.<br />
Yeah. I have an iPad. Weird, right? Kind of hilarious that I use more technology now that I'm missionary than I did before my mission. I'm kind of... how do you say... Old fashioned? Haha.<br />
(Janeal and Joachim, if you're reading this... you can motivate Jake to go on a mission one day by telling him he'll have his very own iPad to use for 2 years! Haha. Just don't tell him he can't play Angry Birds or Temple Run. Haha.)<br />
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As Facebook has been something we've spent a lot of time on in the last couple transfers. I've discovered something. I've discovered that I'm not really a "facebooker"... I always thought I was, but I'm not. I don't even use it for half the things it can do... Heck, I don't even know how to "share" things from other websites to facebook. Haha. Yeah, I know... I need to get with it.<br />
I have a confession to make: Before my mission I sadly used Facebook to be jealous of other people's lives; And to wish I was off doing things everyone else was doing. And well... As a missionary, a lot of those same feelings are brought back. It's hard for me (because of my own weakness, of course) to not get caught up in what friends and family are doing back home. (I know, it's selfishness... And I'm working on it.) In this the beginning of the implementation of Facebook/iPads/smartphones for missionaries, I have really tried to find productive things to do via online proselyting. But I have haven't had a huge amount of success. People don't really view my page much so, I'm not really sure what post or what would be helpful to people. (And I don't mean that in a "Oh poor me... why don't people stalk my facebook all day" kind of a way, it's simply true.)<br />
I've been praying about it, and asking for some direction on how to use all these technological/virtual ways of communicating and sharing the gospel with others.<br />
Now, I've come to the conclusion that I needed to focus more on this blog and less on Facebook. Don't really know why... But I figure, I should try it out.<br />
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A HUGE round of applause for my dear, wonderful mother who has been the caretaker of the blog for the last nine months! Don't know how she managed to find the time. What a supergirl. I'll be the one updating the blog from now on. Thanks for reading. And feel free to share anything I post with someone you feel could benefit from it. In fact, PLEASE do.<br />
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I hope you all know how much my calling as a missionary means to me. I'm so grateful that I have this (as I've put it before) "opportunity of a lifetime" to serve a missionary. I'm grateful to be able to focus all my efforts on this hastening of the work. The daughter of my mission president asked if one day, years and years from now when Preach My Gospel has been modified and updated, it might refer to our day as "The Hastening". I think that's a pretty cool thought. And hey, she just might be right.<br />
And what a privilege to be a part of it!! <br />
If by some miracle something I post on this blog helps even one person, well... then that's success. Remember, no effort is wasted. So I'll put forth my best effort.<br />
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More posts to come in the near future! Thanks for your love and support and remember to "START SPREADIN' THE NEWS!" Everyone get on board. I can promise you that these are the Latter-days and it's now going to get CRAZY.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580916439409915848.post-39902354124919499022013-11-04T21:05:00.000-08:002014-12-07T02:45:42.340-08:00Holy Ground<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So... This week has been AWESOME!<br /><br />Starting with transfers.<br />Got myself a new companion.... and she's THE BEST.<br />The
Lord has truly blessed me with so many amazing people as my companions,
districts, zones... you name it! So many amazing missionaries that I
work with!<br />
Sister Kelsey Lewis is my Companion. We were actually in the MTC
together. We weren't in the same district or even the same zone, but we
entered on the same day and chatted in the cafeteria on occasion. She's a
GORGEOUS girl from Mapleton UT ... yep, that's right. Our parents
houses are about 5 minutes away from each other. ANOTHER reminder that
the Mormon world is so small. We have a lot of mutual friends thanks to
our hometowns and Maple Mountain High School... (Shout out to BRYN
GOMEZ!)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Anyway, Sister Lewis rocks. I love her. We've got a lot of great
plans that have already been put into play with our ward and I've never had
more to do in Midwood. She sure came with ideas and a great attitude.
What a blessing she will be to this area. :)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Sister Jorgensen headed out to Brooklyn YSA! So she's not that
far away. Our areas overlap a bit, so I'll see her all the time. The
Lord is so good to me. :)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So today, I wanted to share a little something I learned this week.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And that is... that I am LIVING THE DREAM. As Thomas S. Monson said... "This is the opportunity of a lifetime." <br /><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Before I left people used to say, "Remember, missions are unlike any other
time in your life so enjoy every minute of it!" And I
thought I understood why they said that. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But I definitely didn't. It really hit me this week that it is truly an extremely unique,
special, and absolutely sacred time of my life. Truly, what other
opportunity is there where you can devote all of your time, energy,
strength, thoughts and desires to the Lord? Missions are difficult and they require sacrifices. They
require us to give up a lot of things that we've come to love and live.
We make social, financial, and educational sacrifices... the list could
go on. But the Lord gives us so much more in return. I
was promised in my patriarchal blessing that if I would enter into the
service of the Lord with the proper attitude, then I would receive far
more than I gave. And well, that promise definitely rings true.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />Elder
W. Christopher Waddell said it perfectly when he said, "As a result of
sacrifice, we return from our missions with our own
gifts: The gift of faith. The gift of testimony. The gift of
understanding the role of the Spirit. The gift of daily gospel study.
The gift of having served our Savior. Gifts carefully packaged in worn
scriptures, tattered copies of <i>Preach My Gospel,</i> missionary
journals, and grateful hearts."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">What a blessing it has
been to realize that I always dreamed of this. I thought about serving a
mission as a kid. I imagined as a young woman, and as a college
student. And now, I'M HERE. I don't know why it took nearly 9 months for
me to look at myself in the mirror wearing my tag and say, "Wow, that's
me. I'm that missionary in mirror! This is IT."<br />
<br />It's also recently hit me that my mission was truly designed for me. Again to quote Elder Waddell, "...The
Lord knows you and has a mission experience prepared for you. He knows
your mission president and his wonderful wife, who will love you as
their own children and who will seek inspiration and direction on your
behalf. He knows each of your companions and what you will learn from
them. He knows each area in which you will labor, the members you will
meet, the people you will teach, and the lives you will impact for
eternity. Through
your devoted service and willing sacrifice, your mission will become
holy ground to you. You will witness the miracle of conversion as the
Spirit works through you to touch the hearts of those you teach." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">He
was right. This place, crazy at it may be sometimes, has become a holy
place to me. I will remember it forever and I've committed that I will
never forget the times when I struggled here, the times where I cried
tears of joy and the times that I felt heaven so near. I will always
remember the lifelong friends I have made here and the relationships
that have changed me. <br />
<br />In short. I feel grateful. I feel a new sense of determination to
treat this opportunity I've been given with more respect and reverence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Thanks for your love and support!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Love Always, <br />
<br />Hermana Tara Franklin</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580916439409915848.post-46731658801859284232013-10-28T21:28:00.001-07:002014-12-07T02:46:17.227-08:00The Refiners Fire<div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Okay, this is a quick one. I'll send more updates on "events" another week...<br />Onto the important stuff...<br /><br />Well transfer calls came <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_174651927" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ">on Saturday</span></span>.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm in. Jorgensen's out.
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">SAD day for me.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I know it's for the best. And I'm SO
grateful for the transfers we've had together. We've helped each other
through a lot of hard times. And spent a lot of fantastic, miraculous
and unforgettable times together. I can't ask for much more than that.
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It's definitely time for Sister Jorgensen to experience
something new. She's been in Midwood for the past 4 transfers... this is
where she started her mission, and now she's ready to go spread her
wings. Midwood- Spanish is hard. It just is. Simple as that. And I
am so grateful she will be able to see that it's different other places.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Now.
Don't misunderstand me. There is joy to be had here. And I love
Brooklyn so much. I've loved the time I've spent here. But sometimes
it's really easy to feel like you're not making a bit of difference.
There have been many occasions where I've wondered why. Why? Why did you
bring me here? Who is benefiting from this? Why did you cut me down so
early?
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And then I remember. I remember something I watched in
that moment when I wondered if 18 months of full time missionary service
was really something I could do. I was waiting for my mission call and
feeling quite hopeless....
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"I am the gardener here. And I know what I want you to be."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Please click the link for a Mormon Message
<a href="http://www.mormonchannel.org/video/mormon-messages?v=1839005837001">http://www.mormonchannel.org/video/mormon-messages?v=1839005837001</a> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Thank you for loving me enough to hurt me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Sometimes
in life, we are that current bush. We feel like we've grown up and
we've got it made... or at least like we're "good enough". But He
doesn't want you to be "good enough". He has something better in mind.
He's the gardener. He knows what he wants us to be. He understands
what we are capable of.
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So whether you're a missionary in Midwood about to get a
new companion and scared out of your mind... or you're a mom struggling
with your wayward child, or a father who's out of work and have no idea
how you're going to take care of your family... whoever you may be...
just remember. You're gonna make it. He knows how strong you are. And
you needed to be cut down in order to become what you have the potential
to become. Growing pains suck sometimes. But when you look back one
day and see where you came from it will all be worth it.
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Just keep going. There is hope, and you're here for a reason!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Love Always and Forever,</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hermana Franklin</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Ups: <br />Found
a couple of new investigators who are SUPER awesome. Finding investigators
in Midwood is a rarity in and of itself so super, awesome investigators
is extra special.
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br />We had President's Interviews this week. WOW. My mission
president is easily the best there is. I'm sure every missionary says
that. But mine really is. Haha. He is such a good teacher and he is SO
inspired. He is a master of following the spirit. There were things he
said to me that I know were not his own words. It's always an amazing
experience to be with him.
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br />Temple trip!! I love the temple so much. I forgot how much I
love it. It's been roughly 7 months since I've been inside a temple so
that was just great. It was also my first time seeing the new temple
presentation. SO BEAUTIFUL. The old presentation will always hold a very
sacred place in my heart, but man, that was just incredible. And it was
such a special blessing that I got to go with my Companion! That
doesn't usually happen.
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I finally let go of my pride and asked for a Priesthood
blessing to get some inspiration about a few things I've really been
struggling with. Best thing I could have done. Don't know why I waited 8
months to ask.
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">I encountered my first thieves. Yes, that monumental moment in a missionary's life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Here's the story. It's a good one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Zones
1,2,3 (I'm in Zone 2) gathered in Midwood for what we call a
Mega-Blitz... All the missionaries of these zones divide and conquer to
put a dent in the Midwood 1st Ward's list of over 750 lostless active
members. As the companionships began arriving from the different zones
it was like a big family reunion of missionaries in the foyer. I set my
bag down on one of the classic LDS chapel, floral couches and started
socializing with all the missionaries I had formerly served with. Yay!
When they asked us all to migrate to the chapel to get started with
companion assignments and an opening prayer, I went... Leaving my stuff
behind in the foyer. Found out that I would be Blitzing with my trainer!
Sister van Langen! What a lucky day! After the "opening exercises we
grabbed our list of names, map, and my bag and headed off on our
adventure.
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">We had a grand ol' time and a lot of success! We decided to
celebrate by going to Dunkin' Donuts and get ourselves a pumpkin
doughnut on our way back to the church. "My area, my treat!" I said,
pulled out my wallet to pay for our victory feast and EMPTY. GONE.
EVERYTHING GONE. (Well not everything... they left my library card and
my driver's license because I secretly hide my driver's license behind
my library card! Ha! Take that thief! .... oh. oops looks like I just
revealed my secret hiding place. Haha.) I was so confused. HOW did
someone get into my bag, unzip the zipper, take the wallet out and empty
it and put the wallet back without me noticing?? Is anyone really that
good??
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">We headed back to the church to start making all the
necessary phone calls... you know, all that really annoying junk you
have to deal with to cancel credit cards.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Greatest part of
the whole experience got to call and hear my mom's voice for 4 minutes.
So, that's why this experience is in the "ups" column. :) Thanks
Thieves!
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">So to wrap this story up we got back to the church and
discovered the truth about what actually happened. When I left my stuff
in the foyer and all of us were in the chapel two men came in and took
whatever they could find. My unattended bag (along with two other missionary backpacks) with a wallet in it was just
fresh meat. Two Elders left the "opening exercises" for a drink of
water, spotted them leaving the building and approached them. When they
asked if they could help them find something, they said, "No, we're just
wondering what time church is." They left very quickly and awkwardly
and insisted that was the only reason they came into the church. Hmm...
Well. Now it all makes sense.
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">People. Don't leave your stuff out for people to come steal
from you. Even when you're ironically in the house of the Lord. Haha.
Lesson learned.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Now the major "down" about all this
was that I was going to be the one supplying the money for groceries,
laundry and other temporal needs for the remainder of the month. Since
the office is closed on weekends and the senior missionary couple in
charge of finances are getting ready to depart, it wasn't looking like
I'd get reimbursed for the money I had lost. At least, not for a few
days. What were going to do about buying food for the next couple days
when we had 2.62 cents to our name? Haha.
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Well. The Lord always provides a way. As we were
discussing our dilemma late last night there was a knock on our
apartment door. When I opened it there was no one there... only an
envelope hanging from the door frame on dental floss... inside was a
note with 5 words on it. "From people who love you" along more than
enough money to buy us groceries, send a box and do laundry.
</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">The message I would like to share today is
that The Lord knows. He always knows. He will always put people in your
path and send you angels of kindness to help you out when you're down.
So, trust in Him. The "downs" will always be followed by an "up"!
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Love you all!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Be safe out there, and don't leave your wallet lying around... I'm sure you all know that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Sorry about that short bus moment, Dad.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Hermana "Grateful" Franklin</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Graciela's Baptism -- Happiest Day! </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580916439409915848.post-92037086757476228562013-10-17T14:27:00.000-07:002014-12-07T02:48:40.078-08:00Best of Times!<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Well... I can honestly say I'm the happiest I've ever been.<br /><br />The Lord is so good to me.<br /><br />I'm not really sure where to begin... There's no way I'll be able to describe EVERYTHING that has happened in the last few days. But I'll start with this: <br />A while ago I was feeling particularly selfish and a little down in the dumps. It was my first day back on Facebook after an eight month absence and I can't say I had a super great attitude about it. Having my whole home life right there in front of my eyes was kind of a huge slap to the face... just a bit of a shock. The world had indeed gone right on without me. My RM friends had warned me of this... and I knew that this realization would be had at some point. (However, I thought it would be around the time I stepped off the plane to come home. Haha. Wrong again.) But nonetheless I started to worry... And asked myself some "dumb" questions (something I highly discourage anyone from doing)... Such as, " Am I where I need to be?" "Has everyone forgotten me?" "Am I even making a difference here?" "Will I ever learn how to use Facebook effectively?" "Does anyone love me?".... Well, that night I went home and actually asked God these very questions. <br />In the last three days I got very much a "NOW do you see?? Oh ye of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?" kind of answer.<br /><br />It started with Aurelia...a sweet little lady from Mexico. She came to English Classes and has interest in learning more about coming to our church services and learning about our beliefs! Plus, she already has friends who are in our ward, how perfect is that! Cool thing to note about her is that if you saw the Instagram photo of me and my comrades street contacting with lemonade, she is the woman that I'm talking to in the picture. Lesson learned! Talk to everyone! You never know who might listen to you!<br /><br />The next day we taught a lesson to Jeremiah and Rosie and Rosie's husband Eddie. Sister Jorgensen gave an INCREDIBLE, inspired lesson. Everyone was in tears! Eddie informed us that he would be coming to church for the first time in more than 6 months. The whole family would be there together, finally!! However, it broke my heart when I saw the look on Sister Jorgensen's face when she realized we wouldn't be there on Sunday to see it. We had planned to attend the baptismal service of Graciela in Woodside. Sister Jorgensen had been working with this family for her entire mission, and had never seen them ALL at church together. And now I was going to make her miss it. She reassured me many times that she was more than happy to go to the baptism with me and she was not about to let me stay home for her sake. But I still felt bad. I lost quite a bit of sleep over it that night.<br /><br />Came to find out the next day that my district leader, Elder Erickson (the saint that he is) (apparently, it was Elder Goates' idea to begin with.. He's a saint too) went ahead and arranged an exchange with the English ward sisters so that I could go to the baptism in Woodside with Sister Freeze, and Sister Jorgensen could stay here in Midwood with Sister Blosil to be with the Castro Family and our THREE investigators who planned to come to church. WHAT A BLESSING. We both would got to go to our respective Events!<br />Sunday morning is one I will never forget. All four of us Sisters went to the Midwood English ward's sacrament meeting.. as that was the only one Sister Freeze and I would be able to make it to. We sat down and as it neared 9:00am people/families just kept coming and coming and COMING. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The ENTIRE chapel was filled by the time services started... and MORE people continued to walk through the doors. There were people who stood in the back due to lack of seating. I just wept at the sight of it all. I hadn't experienced anything like this in the 8 months I've been out. A chapel full of families AND investigators?? Don't misunderstand me, I love the wards I've served in and I'm not saying "they're not good enough" it's just different serving the Spanish speaking population. Very different. I realized then that our missions are just assigned and MEANT for US. Everything about where/who we serve is catered to help us learn as we need to. It was the first time I had been to a sacrament meeting in English in 8 months... first time hearing the sacrament prayers in English. I just couldn't stop crying because I could understand EVERYTHING. I forgot how that felt.<br />It was their fast and testimony meeting due to conference, and let me tell ya, that was NO coincidence. A few sisters got up and shared experiences and testimonies that I absolutely needed to hear and needed to understand in my own native tongue. Such a blessing. This meeting was an answer to my prayer in and of itself.<br /><br />After sacrament meeting Sister Freeze and I went to Woodside for the baptism. On the train ride there I started to feel a little uneasy... "Will they even remember my name?" I started to ask myself more dumb questions.... DUMB. Haha.<br />As I walked down the stairs into the baptismal room I heard a, "Sister Franklin's back!!". What a tearful reunion it was. Haha. So many hugs! I saw Graciela all dressed in her white jumpsuit and we just hugged and cried some more. Haha. <br />Hermano Hidalgo approached me before the baptism and he said, "I hope you know that all of this that you see here has been possible because of the foundation you laid while you served here." It was amazing to see how much the ward has changed. SO many people I used to teach are now attending church and even have baptismal dates. It really was an incredible moment. I felt complete peace. I KNEW that the last 8 month have NOT been wasted... In fact they had truly been the best 8 months of my life. Definitely not the easiest, but the best.<br /><br />The baptism was beautiful! <br /><br />I just want you all to know that God truly answers prayers. He hears you. Even when you ask him dumb questions. Haha. He will always let you know he's there. Whether it's in an obvious way, like it was for me this week or in a quiet way. He'll tell you!<br /><br />LOVE YOU ALL!<br /><br />Hermana Franklin</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580916439409915848.post-49662936605992963732013-10-07T20:50:00.000-07:002014-12-07T02:50:26.170-08:00Conference Weekend<div>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Dear Family and Friends,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hello everyone! This week was SO good. So many good things happening in Midwood!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I
don't know what happened to our ward but a lot of people are jumpin' on
board with the missionary work thing. A few people brought their
friends for Conference... it was fantastic!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I ABSOLUTELY loved conference. I hope everyone else did too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">It's
crazy that one year ago I was given the opportunity of a life time. I
found out I could serve a mission without waiting to turn 21! And here I am today. I can remember
that moment as if it was yesterday. I think that <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1488897390" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ">Saturday</span></span>
morning conference session was the mutual answer to thousands of
prayers. Seeing as the numbers in the missionary force have grown SO
MUCH. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Incredible. I can't really remember what I pictured life would be like as a
missionary on that day... I know I must've had something in mind....
Regardless of what it was, I know I didn't picture THIS. Haha. It's so
much better than I could've imagined! Life is just great. It's hard. But
it's great.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">What was everyone's favorite talk? I can't say I really
had a favorite. I just loved them all. I must say... Elder
Christofferson really nailed it. WOW! What an inspired talk. I know I
needed to hear it. I'd submit that EVERYONE needed to hear that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The confusion surrounding the topic of gender roles and the value
of womanhood is simply raging right now. We see it everywhere. And well,
quite frankly I've never really been good at discussing this particular
topic without getting angry. As a young teenager I always had views on
womanhood and motherhood that were slightly different from the majority
of latter-day saint women. Quite honestly, I never wanted to be married
or have children and the constant reminder that being a wife and a
mother was the greatest thing I could do this life in Young Women class
just made it less and less appealing to me for some reason. That sounds
ironic, but those of you who know me know exactly what I'm talking
about. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But I'd say that since those days I have learned a lot about the
specific divinity of women and I've grown to love and really respect my
calling and my duty as a woman. It is my duty and privilege to defend
virtue, to defend purity, and to defend all sacred things of God. As
women we are given unique attributes... that of compassion, tenderness
and softness of heart that enable us to stand for righteousness by
nurturing others. Is that not the job of a mother? Are we not all
mothers? As Sheri L. Dew once said, Motherhood is not bearing
children...though that is a grand part of it. Eve was named by Adam and
by God the Father as Eve, "the mother of all living" long before she
bore children. We were foreordained to mother the children of God. I'm
so grateful that we as women have the abilities and strengths that we
do. We have so very much to offer the world!-- as wives, as mothers, as
missionaries, and as church members. The Lord has given us a sacred
trust, he has shown how much potential we have BY giving us that sacred
trust. He trusts us to teach, nurture, and care for the children that
are HIS. SO I would declare God would not give such a great
responsibility to some creature whose only purpose in life is to be
"sexy". NO. We were born to help our Father to bring to pass the
immortality and eternal life of man. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL CALLING. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">THANK YOU Elder Christofferson. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I hope you all learned great a deal! I sure did! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I wish everyone a happy October and I hope everyone is well!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">LOVE, Sister Franklin</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Beehive from Midwood teaching me how to make rubber band bracelets. They are all the rage. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I would like to start my email by
saying that my heart goes out to my Oakview ward. I heard about some of the
tragedies that took place this last week, and I wish to express my sincerest
sympathies to my dear friends back home. I know the sadness will pass with
time and I know that our Savior can heal your hearts. To the Jensen family I
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">In light of all that has happened this
week, I must say I've had a wake up call. Heavenly Father has put a number of
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I am so grateful that the Relief
Society Broadcast focused on Covenants. I hope everyone that was able to go to
the broadcast found it as enlightening as I did. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So, what is life about? It's about
making sacred covenants and doing all that is necessary to keep those
covenants. Through the saving ordinances we receive we can one day receive the
greatest gift of all, exaltation. As has been made very clear to me, life is so
very short. The time is now to do what I can to keep the sacred covenants I
have made. Not tomorrow, not some time in the near future... The time is NOW.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">What does it mean
when we keep covenants? When we keep our covenants we are
bound to the Savior. I love that! "BIND" is such a powerful
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I love how Sister Stephens reminded us
that we demonstrate our commitment to the covenants we make every time we act
as the Savior would act. I'll admit, I never really thought of it that way. We, as
members of the church, have committed to act in the ways of the Lord
Jesus Christ... So it would only make sense that Christ-like acts demonstrate
covenant keeping! Seems so obvious... but it really flipped a switch on in my
brain... don't know about anyone else. Haha.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I've been thinking a lot about
what I can do to help the relief society sisters in my ward keep the
covenants they made at baptism and eventually make more sacred covenants
in the temple. I realized on Saturday that it all starts with me. "Mourn
with those that mourn, comfort those who stand in need of comfort." I have
been issued a call... and that call is to put away all other distractions so
that I can focus solely on the needs of those in the ward in which I'm serving
and well in essence, EVERYONE I come in contact with. I would say this is a
prime time to think about the covenants I've made with my Heavenly Father and
look at what I can do to better demonstrate my dedication to those promises.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So again, after receiving word about
Sister Tamra Jensen, I understand a little more than I did before the
importance of expressing love to those who are far from me. I love every one of
you... family, friends, anyone who may be reading this. You are not alone.
Ever! As was mentioned by our Prophet Thomas S. Monson this week, the
tribulation we face may bring us to our knees and cause us to seek consolation
from the atonement. And this is what helps us grow. No challenge each of us
faces is too great, and no trial too difficult for us to overcome. As we keep
the covenants we have made at baptism and in the Holy House of the Lord He is
bound. He will always keep his end of the deal. Thus, our families are forever.
I know, with all that is in me, that families last beyond the veil. The
relationships we have with our dear loved ones have been there since
before this life began and will go on after this life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I love you all and may God bless you
with the strength you need to endure!</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580916439409915848.post-33423231356046336262013-09-23T23:05:00.000-07:002014-12-07T02:51:18.335-08:00The Zoo and sisterhood<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">So this week was a little bit slower... but a lot of good stuff happened...Sorry I didn't really think about what I was going to say before hand. I'm usually better about that. But off the top of my head:<br /><br />First off, we went to the zoo!! As I may or may not have mentioned before, we do service each week in a nearby park called Prospect Park. The park was designed by the same people who built Central Park, so it has a similar feel to it. Beautiful place...Anyway...inside Prospect Park there is a zoo, and to thank us for the many years of service the missionaries here in Brooklyn have rendered to the Park they let us in for FREE! Wooo! Super fun. So I'll include a couple pictures from that. (Tara didn't send any pictures of the Zoo.:()<br /><br />So I've been thinking about something a lot. And that thing is...Sisters. A sister is a really unique person. I think everyone can agree that a relationship with a sister is pretty special. As we were riding the train on the way to an appointment the other night we were sitting across from a mom and two daughters. The sisters were very close in age and they had matching clothes on. One had her head resting on the mom's shoulder and the other rested her head on the shoulder of her sister. All were sleeping peacefully. (Well, as peacefully as you can sleep on the Q train. Haha.)<br /><br />It got me thinking about how much a missed my Sister. How appropriate that her Birthday is tomorrow (Tuesday, Sept. 24th)! So... Jaycee my dear...I would like to dedicate this email to you.<br /><br />From the beginning of my time here on earth it's always been you and me. "Where did the time go??" People always ask...But I think we know where the time went. The time went to countless hours playing dress up. The time went to watching Beauty and the Beast and Lion King over and over again. Time went to many hours braiding hair and talking about boys. And well, as much as we hate to admit it...it went to many hours of fighting about pretty dumb stuff. Haha.<br />So where did the time go? It went to US. Time together is what made us the people we are today and it created the relationship we have now. Sometimes though, I like to think about the earlier stages of our relationship. You know, before time actually existed here on Earth. How was it back then? I like to think we were best friends in the premortal life. Or maybe we weren't. Maybe Heavenly Father just knew you were the only person who could put up with me for eternity. Haha. Regardless I think Heavenly Father put us together for a very special reason. I may never figure out for certain the REAL reasons. BUT I have my suspicions. I know one thing for sure...You saved my life in a sense. Because of your expereiences you helped me see what paths I needed to take. I can truthfully say that I would not be where I am right now without your help. So, thank you for all the time you've spent with me. And I thank our Heavenly Father for allowing me to continue the relationship we began before this life.<br /><br />Here's to families! Here's to sisters! Here's to another day in the life! AND here's to Birthdays! Happy 22nd Birthday Jaycee! <br /><br />Keep on keepin' on everyone! Pray for a missionary experience this week, and I promise you it will be given...and when it is, take it!<br /><br />Love you all!<br /><br />Sister Franklin</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580916439409915848.post-63580400883142663312013-09-16T21:22:00.000-07:002014-12-07T02:52:00.580-08:00Jamaica and The Ultimate Lesson<div class="MsoNormal">
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week was INCREDIBLE. I know I say that all the time. But I REALLY REALLY mean
it this time. Haha.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> I'll start with saying our
Bishop is just amazing. Simply amazing! So is his wife. The Herrera's moved
into our ward just before I got here and look, now he's the bishop. The Lord
sends ya where he needs ya. That's for sure. I've seen a lot of changes in the
ward since he's become the bishop. He is so kind and so loving. He encourages
us missionaries so much and thanks us for our hard work. He definitely
motivates me to work harder and to be diligent in serving this ward that our
good bishop cares for so much. Sister Jorgensen and I went and taught with
his wife on Tuesday and it was such pleasure! She is such a great example of
"acting well thy part" to the sister's in our ward and to us
missionaries. In case there's any question, I'm referring to the talk "We
Are Daughters of our Heavenly Father" by Sister Dalton. If you haven't
read it recently... GO READ IT! Love that one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> Hopefully I can do justice to this next
story via email... it's a little complex and there's a lot to it... so I pray
it makes at least a little sense.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> I was asked to participate in a public
concert that the missionaries in Zone 6 were putting on. Along with Sister
Blosil (from the Midwood English district) and Elder Goates and Elder Erickson
from my district. (In case anyone wants to know... Sister Blosil is pretty much
famous for her beautiful voice, Elder Goates is a vocal performance major from
BYU and has got PIPES, and Elder Erickson may or may not be the best, or
next to the best, piano player I've ever met..,Sooooo not really sure
why they invited me, but I'm sure lucky they did.) (Sister Freeze and
Sister Jorgensen stayed here in Midwood while Sister Blosil and I along with
the Elders spent Saturday in Jamaica, Queens singing/performing and inviting
people to church.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> It was a pretty cool experience. We
were in kind of a big... like, mall? Thing? I don't know... regardless, we sang
near a food court where a lot of people could gather and listen should they
choose to. A LOT of people came and expressed interest in learning more
and there were even a few people who were taught lessons right there in the
food court. How cool is that!?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">After the concert was finished, we
planned to just head home to Brooklyn. BUT the Lord had a much better plan in
mind for us.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> As we were just about to head down into
the Subway station to get home, a man dressed in Muslim attire stopped us and
said, "You guys are Mormons, right?" "Yes, we sure
are!" was our reply... Now, at this point in time I hate
to admit I was trying to think of all the many ways you can say
"Sir, we really don't have time to argue but thank you for your opinion and
your time" and which version of that phrase would be best
for the situation. I immediately repented when he responded to our confirmation
that we were indeed Mormons... He said, "Would you mind teaching me about
what you believe? There are so many unreliable, hateful sources out there I
simply can't trust what I see on the internet or read in a book. The only
people who can accurately tell you about the beliefs of another religion
are those who practice THAT religion." (You have to understand...this RARELY happens...usually people who approach us like
that only want to argue or mock us. So this was a HUGE blessing, and
well, a shock.) We all felt good about this, and said we'd be happy to
teach him about our beliefs. He then said, "Hey, actually, would
you mind coming back to the school and teaching me and my fellow scholars as
well." UMM, CLARO QUE SÍ. It's not everyday you get
invited to a Muslim school to teach Latter-Day Saint doctrine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> So we went down the block to the
school. We removed our shoes before entering... (always super cool to
participate in the traditions of other faiths and cultures, I LOVE IT!) and
were seated in the office of the dean of the school. He came back with the Dean
of the school. He kindly greeted us and offered us coffee or tea...
And so it began! Haha...We taught them ALL of the missionary lessons including,
The Restoration, The Plan of Salvation, The Gospel of Jesus Christ, The Word of
Wisdom, The Law of Chastity, Tithing, Ordinances and temple work, and
Missionary Work!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> They taught us about the Muslim beliefs
and we learned LOTS about the history of Islam. I discovered that they actually
have extremely similar doctrine to us. Interesting right? I had no idea. They
believe in a pre-existence and an after-life just as we do... and they have
very similar views on family and chastity. However, the extreme difference
between our religions is Jesus Christ. They are not Christian. They do not
believe that Jesus was the son of God. They do believe he was a prophet
and they love him very much, but they do not worship him in anyway or
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Savior Jesus Christ and tried to imagine my life without that. It simply
couldn't be. I'm so grateful for my knowledge that Jesus did indeed suffer
every pain and affliction for all of us…he paid the price of our lives and
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">This experience was one of the most enlightening
and powerful experiences I've had in my life. I don't think I've ever had
a spiritual witness that God lives quite like that. It was such a unique
situation. It was truly a blessing to speak openly and freely about the
doctrine of Christ and have no fear of ridicule or disrespect.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> Before we left, we gave them all the
pamphlets we used to teach and gave them both a copy of The Book
of Mormon. Adam, the one who stopped us on the street gave me his
personal copy of the Koran. SO AWESOME, right? He marked the chapters that
really changed his life. Interesting to note that Adam is from Puerto Rico. So
we got to speak a little Español. And hey, now that I've gotten pretty good at
this Spanish thing... I can learn Arabic. Wooo!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> I think the greatest thing I took away
from it was that God loves us. He truly does, and he allows us to experience
what we need to in order to progress in our lives. I don't expect that either
of those men will join the church anytime soon. And you know what, it's okay.
Adam said to us, "There must have been some reason why God gave me the
courage I needed to talk to you." And he's right. God does have his
reasons. So whatever the reason, the four of us were meant to cross paths with
those two great men that day.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">We traveled back to Brooklyn and
discussed what had happened. We all felt similar spiritual impressions and
feelings. Love those missionaries we'll all remember that experience forever.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"> After an hour and twenty minutes on the
train, we were home. and shortly after that.... TRANSFER CALLS.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Dun. Dun. Duuuuunn.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And well. I'm staying here in MIDWOOD!
WITH SISTER JORGENSEN. First time transfers didn't just throw me a huge curve
ball. Couldn't be happier. Sista. J and I are going to rock this.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Best week ever!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hope everyone else had a great week
too! Keep the faith!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Love,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Come October, I can
use Facebook for proselyting purposes... Whaaat? I'm not really sure how I feel
about this. :) I really loved the
idea about leaving all that social connection behind when I left. However,
I know the First Presidency and other people at church headquarters have
thought about this a lot and this has definitely been in the works for years...
So I'm sure great things will come of it. I just really don't love the prospect
of seeing everything going on back at home as of right now... sort
of feel like it will be more of a hindrance than help... Guess we'll find out
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Ran into Jay and Lisa
Franklin yesterday...That was SO crazy. I mean, of all the millions of people
here in New York City! Haha. Guess they were in town for a Yankee's vs.
Redsox game... (Way to go SOX.) (Sorry New York, you'll never convert me in
that aspect. Haha.) Super awesome to see them and tell them all about my area
and the missionary work around here.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Something I've been
thinking about a lot this week is the concept of "spiritual gifts". I
was encouraged by Sister Freeze (a sister serving in the English ward) to write
down all the gifts of the spirit I've been given and all the talents I have.
Then to write down things I'd like to improve on and spiritual gifts and
talents I would like to develop more fully. I definitely recommend this
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The word talent comes
from the Greek word talanton, meaning balance or weight, and refers to any
variety of weights of gold or silver and the value of such in terms of currency
in ancient cultures. Most of the seventy occurrences of the world
"talent" in the scriptures refer to money in this sense, including in
the parable of Jesus concerning the king who became the model of compassion by
forgiving one of his servants a debt of "ten thousand talents".
(Matthew 18: 24). However, in His other well-known "parable of the talents"
(Matthew 25), the Lord uses the metaphor to show that talents
can be more than just money... they're also gifts that we can use to achieve
worthwhile goals. In this sense talents are given to us to build the kingdom...
they do in fact come with covenant responsibility. When we serve the Lord with
all our heart, mind and strength (D&C 4:2) we can "stand blameless
before God" and bring "Salvation to our souls". (D&C 4:4)
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">As I learned more
about what talents and gifts of the spirit actually ARE... I saw how I could
use the gifts I've been given to improve those things that I saw needed some
work in my life. The lord doesn't give us a task unless he has prepared a way
for us to accomplish it. And well…I found that I have been given many
tools/gifts/talents that will enable me to accomplish and achieve the goals
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">(If you'd like citation
of my sources...the scriptures, PMG, True to the Faith, and My Missionary Companion
scripture book. Haha. I highly encourage you to read the spiritual gifts
section of True to the Faith. Super great. )</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Another gift I've
been given is my Companion Sister Jorgensen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">She is such an
inspiration to me. And I couldn't be more grateful to have her as my companion
right now. She's helped me learn a lot about myself in the last 6 weeks.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">She is such a strong
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">She gave me a talk to
read this last week... Wow. She just knows exactly what I need, when I need it.
Ironically the talk she gave me mentioned how God has a very detailed plan for
my mission... the people I will serve and teach, the wards I will be placed in,
the areas I will be assigned to, my mission president and his wife, and of
course those who will serve as my companions. And I know 100% that this is
true. I know Sister Jorgensen was meant to be serving in this ward with me at
this point in our missions. Our companionship isn't perfect... it's not like
there weren't days this transfer that we could have been more
effective/diligent. BUT Sister Jorgensen always knows how to make things
better. It's awesome to see how our spiritual gifts and strengths really
compliment each other. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I pray we stay
together this upcoming transfer! (Only one week left of this transfer...
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hermana Tara Franklin</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">This week was a
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Something I think I
should share that everyone would enjoy is a good "dog" story. I may
have mentioned this before but dogs are extremely common around here.
EVERYONE and their dog have a dog. (Why? I don't know.
I've never figured out the logic behind... "We live in a tiny apartment
that requires us to have our TV on our kitchen table and our bathroom also
serves as space for Christmas Decoration storage...So we should probably get a
dog." :) Whatever! Everyone's got one, regardless of how little
sense it makes.) Thus, we're used
to getting attacked by various kinds of dogs of all sizes when we come to
people's apartments...This week, however we had a fantastic encounter with a
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">We were looking up a
less-active member in our ward when we found a MASSIVE pet bunny at the top of
the stairs. It was bigger than a lot of the dogs and cats that I've seen in
people's houses. He freaked us out pretty good. Haha. I don't
know how many of y'all have had a rabbit, the size of a small child, charge
you, but man it's scary. I think he thought he was a dog. After he
realized we came in peace he just kind of hopped
around us and pretty sure he would have wagged his tail if
rabbits did that. We named it Thumper. Never
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Another interesting
thing that happened to us was that I was stopped by a gentleman who asked me to
keep "my religion" out of his life and away from his family. He told
us that his sister was a lesbian and was happily married to a woman in
California. He also expressed his disgust with "my
religion" for their support of Proposition 8. He told me he could
never believe in a church where the men are called Elders and the women are
not. It was probably only a 30 second conversation. It makes me sad that
people misunderstand. This was one of those times where you feel pretty
helpless...and by defending yourself you would only make the situation worse.
So we had to just walk away. I truly feel bad that his family may have
been hurt by discrimination or hateful propaganda geared toward homosexuality
or sexism. But that's not "my religion". My religion doesn't promote discrimination or
hate. My religion isn't about exclusion. It's about inclusion. The good news of
the gospel of Christ is for EVERYBODY.</span></div>
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street fight this week. No knives this time. Haha. (Sorry mom, maybe I
shouldn't tell you these things till after I come home.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My favorite highlight
of this week was that the youth in my ward went to youth conference. They got
to go upstate to The Sacred Grove and see Palmyra and all the Church History
sites along the way. (So jealous of them...) Many youth who attended haven't
come to church in years and Ashlynn our beautiful, wonderful 12-year-old
investigator went as well. They all came back just glowing. ALL of the young
women and young men got up and bore their testimonies of the Prophet Joseph
Smith during sacrament meeting. Several of them went into the Palmyra Temple
and got to do baptisms for the dead for the first time ever. Hearing about
their experiences just brought tears to my eyes and joy to my heart.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">They all got me
thinking about my personal testimony of the Restoration and of Joseph Smith. I
remember talking with my district a little while ago about when we all knew the
church was true. Most of us said it was just a knowledge that came over time
based on countless experiences. But one experience that really stands
out and that I'll never forget was when I visited Carthage Jail with
my family about 7 years ago. I remember putting my hands up on the window from
which Joseph fell and I felt an overwhelming feeling. I remember feeling like
God truly knew me, and loved me. I knew in that moment that Joseph Smith was a
prophet and that he was called by God to restore the gospel. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Joseph Smith was
given a divine mission to bring God's true church to the earth once again. I am
so grateful that Joseph Smith completed his mission so that I could be here
today serving mine. D&C 135:3 says
"Joseph Smith the prophet and seer of the Lord, has done more, save Jesus
only, for the salvation of men in this world, than any other man that ever
lived in it." I feel nothing but indescribable gratitude for the many
blessings the restored gospel has brought to my life and to my family.
Joseph Smith himself said, "Now what do we hear in the gospel which we
have received? A voice of gladness! A voice of mercy from heaven; a voice of
truth from the earth; glad tidings from the dead; glad
tidings for the living; glad tidings of great joy."
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hope you all have a
great week! A shout out to my Aunt Kylee and Uncle
Scott and Cousin Ross... Congratulations on your new baby girl! She's
GORGEOUS!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Can you believe it? I sure can't.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I woke up
on the 20th and realized I was 1/3 through the 18 months I'll serve as a
missionary. Kinda panicked a little bit. This is it?? After 6 months,
this is where I'm at? I quickly decided I needed to do something to
change my attitude about this milestone. So I read my journal. Starting with the day I entered the MTC, I read 6 months worth of experiences and spiritual thoughts. Wow!
It was so incredible to reflect on the person I was when I left and see
how different I am now. I've sure learned a lot. And I've overcome a
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I've kind of come up with a list... "10 of the greatest lessons I've learned in the last 6 months as a missionary."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">1.) Charity is a gift. It is the greatest of all spiritual gifts. 1 Corinthians 13.... I truly am nothing without charity. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">2.) Working with members is the greatest work I've done as a missionary. When you involve the members, miracles happen.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">3.)
"Venir" is a Spanish word meaning "to come". It is grammatically
incorrect to use this verb as a command unless you are already at the
place you are telling some one to come to. I find this to be kind of
profound. I have definitely learned that you cannot convert someone
beyond your own conversion. In other words, you can not invite someone
else to "come unto Christ" unless you have already come unto Christ
yourself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">4.) Obedience brings blessings, EXACT obedience brings
miracles. Alma 57: 19-27 explains the story of the Stripling Warriors. I
LOVE verse 19. It explains it all. When you are obedient to the
commandments of God you are protected and you can walk confidently
before the Lord.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">5.) As a missionary we tend to ask ourselves
questions... Like, "Am I inspired?" "Did I do that right?" "Are they
ready?" or "Do they like me?"</span></div>
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beginning of my mission I would live by the following phrase... DON'T
ASK DUMB QUESTIONS. I would go back and tell myself the following:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">These questions simply aren't valid. And they lead to self-doubt
and in essence, discourage you from sharing the gospel. Of course you're
inspired! You have been given the gift of the Holy Ghost and He is your
constant companion. If you truly believe that you are an instrument in
the hands of God and the Holy Ghost will help you know what to say. You WILL
BE inspired and guided as you try to share the gospel. That is a
promise.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">There is no right way to share the gospel... If you have only the
needs of the individual you're sharing the gospel with in mind, you'll
never go wrong.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Are they ready? Well, ALL people are ready to
hear what you have to say... Are they ready to accept the gospel? Maybe
not. But they ARE ready to have some sort of interaction with you
regardless.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">"Do they like me?" is not a valid question because it frankly
doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if they like you, it only matters if
you love them. If you're thinking about whether they like you or not
then you're thinking about you. Forget yourself and go to work. :) So
back to my first point, Sister Franklin, avoid the "dumb" questions and
ask yourself "What can I do to help?" "What have I done to strengthen
their faith?" or "Who could use a prayer, a visit or even a plate of
cookies" today. You'll waste a lot less time and feel a whole lot better
if you ask yourself questions like that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">6.) Missions are an opportunity to change our lives and work toward becoming the best versions of ourselves we can be. Ether <span class="aBn" data-term="goog_1955542217" tabindex="0"><span class="aQJ">12:27</span></span>.
If we submit our will to the Lord He will change us into someone far
better than we could ever become on our own. Weak things will be made
strong unto us. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">When I finally just let go and realized this wasn't about me I saw
myself becoming a little more patient, a little more capable, a lot more
kindhearted and a whole lot more humble. It's been great to realize
that I'm really not all-that-and-a-bag-of-chips. Haha. The Lord is the
awesome one. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">7.) Thanks to Elder Bednar's The Character of Christ
and MANY experiences I've had on my mission I know that through the
strength of the Lord natural men and women, like myself can become
saints. It's only through the Atonement of Christ that we can be
exalted. It doesn't matter who you are, where you come from, what
language you speak, how much money you have, or what stage of life you
are in... the atonement will heal you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">8.) Similar to number 6, from my mission president I
have learned that the sooner you let go of your pride the sooner you
enjoy your mission. As soon as I decided that LEARNING was more
important to me than my fear of messing up... I learned ALL kinds of
great things! (Imagine that... what a concept! Haha) "The greatest thing
about making a mistake is that you can try again and do it right
next time" --Pres. Calderwood</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">9.) NO EFFORT IS WASTED. Yes, "Success" is great I
suppose... but what is SUCCESS, really? The most important thing is not
necessarily that you were "successful"... the important thing is that
you TRIED. Elder Hogge said something to me in my first transfer that
has stuck with me the rest of my mission. And that is, "If you're not failing,
you're not trying." Sometimes you just have to have failures. But hey,
that means you put in some effort. And effort is where success comes in.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">10.) Every soul is great in the sight of God. New York
has taught me that it's pretty dang easy to write someone off as "a jerk
who is just angry at the world". But in reality, their salvation is no
less valuable than mine. Everyone deserves to be treated with the
respect, kindness and love, because we are all children of a Heavenly
Father who loves us equally. He sent us to the world to take care of one
another... not judge each other. And you know what, some people don't
realize that. So those of us who do understand this, should take that as
an opportunity to practice what we preach.</span></div>
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was talking with a sweet couple in our ward. They joined the church in
El Salvador and have since had 2 children marry in the temple and have a
son on a mission! I found out their second oldest daughter served a
mission as well. I didn't actually know they had two
daughters... She came back from her mission in 2010 and was diagnosed
with cancer only months after returning. She died about a year later.
Sister Vasquez explained to me that she couldn't be angry with God...how could she be angry with someone who had given her so much? She said,
"She is His daughter too. And He needed a really great missionary to
come to the other side of the veil. He chose the best there was."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I really needed that experience yesterday.</span></div>
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God truly has a plan. Though it may not make a lot of sense to us right
now, we'll understand one day. When tragedies happen and when hard
times come we can take comfort in the gospel. And in the fact that we
have a loving Heavenly Father who has given us so much to be grateful
for.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">6 months down. 12 to go. </span></div>
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example and his desire to come to church and be taught by the missionaries,
his mom has come back to church after years of inactivity. She's now working
toward getting a temple recommend to go to the temple for the first time. I'm
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Sister Jorgensen and I go and visit him and his grandma, Rosie (Also
a recent convert) every week. Jeremiah struggles. Rosie and her husband
Eddie have to work A LOT. So Jeremiah spends a lot of time
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Jeremiah was struggling...I felt very impressed we needed to focus our lesson
on him. I opened the Ensign I was holding straight to the story that President
Monson shared in his Conference address in April. I shared the story about the matches and accidentally starting a fire and he listened the whole time. We then talked to Jeremiah about
how the rules and boundaries that have been set by his grandma are there
to keep him safe. He began to cry and gave Rosie a big hug. He said, "Thank
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families to come unto Christ. "Let no man despise thy youth"!
It doesn't matter how old you are. You CAN make a difference. Jeremiah
and Kevin have impacted my mission and changed my life. I can see
them one day serving as full time missionaries and changing the lives of so
many people. We're all connected
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district. The camera kind of distorted us... I promise I haven't gained that
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hello!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm in Midwood! Brooklyn! Still in the city. I was definitely
secretly hoping that would be the case. :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Things are...DIFFERENT
out here. In all aspects. This area is a lot quieter, dirtier and well...a
lot more Jewish. I've never seen so many Hasidic Jewish people in my life! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The look of all the
architecture is super cool and very "Classic old-time New York City". I love
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The Hispanics are
quite scarce out here. Haha. It's been interesting...moving from an area
very heavily populated by Hispanics to an area where you really have to search
for 'em. We're the only Spanish Speaking district in the whole zone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I now live in a big
apartment complex. Our apartment is right next to the English Sisters...Just
so happens that I get to hang out with THE Sister Blossil and my home girl
Sister Freeze everyday!! I adore them both.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My new companion is
AWESOME. I LOVE HER. Her name is Sister Jorgensen. She's a Hawaiian Bombshell
from Alpine, UT with rockin' style. Get this...I actually kind of new her before
we came out. She went to High School with my best friend Shelby Frampton! Small
Mormon world. We communicated a few times via facebook before I left for the
field...She's one transfer behind me. (Looks like I might end up being the
Senior Comp for the rest of my missionary days. Haha.) I can tell
she's had it a little rough her first two transfers and I know this
companionship was a GREAT change for both of us. Simply awesome. I can't say enough good things about her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">My new ward...Well...It's really struggling. It's nothing like my ward in Queens. We
don't really even have a Bishop right now, there's NO ONE
investigating and more than half our ward is completely inactive and/or
completely forgotten. It's pretty sad. But I KNOW this area has a lot
of potential. President talked a lot about the misconception of
"tough areas". He told us that EVERY area is what YOU
make it. And I truly believe that. I know I can't come in and
expect to transform the ward in just one transfer... but I think Sister
Jorgensen and I together this transfer are going to be able to make a HUGE
difference. I'm so grateful for all I learned about "strengthening the
stakes" in my last ward.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">There are a lot of
really solid, super strong members in this ward as well. They've all welcomed
me in with OPEN ARMS. I've never been complimented on my Spanish or on my hair
color so much in my entire life...Haha.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Anyway...We've got
some big plans for this transfer. And I couldn't be more excited about it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Just FYI... I live
really close to Prospect Park. If you want to get an idea of what kind of area
I live in Google Prospect Park. It's GORGEOUS. Queen's parks are a total dump
compared to Brooklyn's. Haha.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Love you all! Stay
tuned for more pictures and fun stuff next week!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Hermana Tara Franklin</span></div>
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